I also tell him he's beautiful, handsome, gorgeous and adorable.
I never thought other people would find my doing so offensive.
But apparently, some do. Or at least one does.
"Don't you think that's kinda conceited?"
So said a friend of a friend.
But I don't think it's conceited. I call my son cute because I love him.
I call him cute because I genuinely love every one of his features.
From his big eyes and long eyelashes to the gaps in his teeth and the port wine stain on his armpit, my son is beautiful to me.
So I don't get it. What exactly makes my thinking conceited? Should I never tell my son he is cute?
Like Jeanne Sager says in "I Won't Stop Telling My Daughter She's Beautiful," I also tell my son other things that have nothing to do with his looks.
I tell him he's smart, he's funny and he's kind. Should I stop telling him those things too?
I am not trying to instill a sense of conceit in him. I don't ever want Equis to go around thinking he's better than others. But at the same time, I want him to feel good about himself. I don't ever want him to know the sense of worthlessness I've felt throughout my lifetime.
So I won't stop telling him he's cute. And I'll do it in front of other people whether they like it or not. Because I do it naturally. And I refuse to change my nature.
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