Recently Abby and Emily attended a “Sweet and Sassy”
birthday party. As the girls enter the
shop, they are greeted by party attendants that direct them to a room filled
with glittery gowns, scarves, shirts and other clothing. They are then told they can choose anything,
ANYTHING, they would like to wear from the rooms and to change into that
outfit. After the girls complete their
outfit selection, each girl is given a
mini manicure, an up do and full makeup complete with a glitter star and heart
stamp on their cheek. The girls are made
to look and feel glamorous. Following
the mini makeover, they are shuffled lovingly to the stage to enjoy a dance
party with blaring music of their liking.
They sing, they dance and they laugh together for several songs as the
party attendants teach them some dance moves.
Freelance dancing is also enjoyed.
The last part of the party is a fashion show complete with an announcer
sharing the girl’s favorite movie, color, celebrity and career goals. The entire shops sings happy birthday to the
birthday girl, photos are snapped and then cake is enjoyed.
During the dance party portion, I heard a song play that
truthfully brought moisture to my eyes.
No official tears, but close. The
song itself is not moving, but rather in the context of the girls dancing and
singing in their glammed up gear. The
song is Who Says by Selena Gomez (I know I am a Mom because I know who she is)
and the line before and the chorus go like this:
I'm no beauty queen,
I'm just beautiful me
You got every right to a beautiful life, come on
You got every right to a beautiful life, come on
Who says, who says
you're not perfect
Who says you're not worth it
Who says you're the only one that's hurting
Trust me that's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty
Who says you're not beautiful, who says?
Who says you're not worth it
Who says you're the only one that's hurting
Trust me that's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty
Who says you're not beautiful, who says?
Now imagine a group of 8-10 year old girls blasting this on
the top of their lungs. Don’t tell me
that wouldn’t move you just a little bit.
God has made us all beautiful with our own talents and
gift. We are all beautiful by His grace and with the joy He has given us. God makes no ugly things. Even the hairy spider that crawls on my
basement floor is not ugly and the fact that he kills the mosquitoes in the
summer is VERY beautiful to me. I am still
working on the beauty of a mosquito, but I am sure it is there to someone,
somewhere. So who would dare tell my
girls that they are not worth it, pretty or beautiful? Who could even tell any girl that? There is nothing more beautiful than a girl
who feels loved like the princess she is and was created to be. There is nothing more wonderful then the
confidence of a young girl who knows she is loved for who she is, no matter
what trials and tribulations come here way.
There is nothing more amazing then the contentment of any child that
feels the security of the love meant for them.
It doesn’t matter who says you’re not worth it, pretty, or
beautiful. Tell them to take it up with
God, see how far they get on that one.
Having the glory of God, its radiance like a most rare jewel, like a jasper, clear as crystal. (Revelation 21:11)
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