she's watching me

She's watching me.

When I grimace at my reflection in the mirror.

She's watching me.

When I fret about the number on the label of my jeans.

When I talk about flat hair, when I bemoan the size of my thighs. When I speak critically about my appearance, and the body God has given, she's watching me.

She's watching me.

When I complain about the endless crumbs on the floor. When I am cranky about forgotten toys and scraps of paper. When I lament the never-ending work of keeping up my house, she's watching me.

She's watching me.

When I speak about motherhood, when I mention marriage. When I honor or dishonor my husband, rejoice in the blessings of my children or reel under the responsibilities of parenthood, she's watching me.

When I come up against trials, difficult people, wearying situations. When I express anger, grief, forgiveness, or compassion, she's watching me.

She's watching me...how I embrace my femininity, my sexuality, my place in this life God has given me. How I view and treat myself as His child.

When I spend time on useless idles - things that have no lasting significance. When I place value on the things that are truly important, she's watching me.

When she considers the kind of woman she'd like to become...she's watching me.