Is there any chance you might be willing to indulge this Mama some unabashed bragging?
Some completely immodest pride in her eldest girl?
If not, I completely understand. It’s annoying. I get it. Just move on and I’ll see you tomorrow. No harm; no foul.
But, you see, a friend sent me this photo yesterday. She is vacationing with her family in NYC and she and her girls took a trip to Bloomingdale’s. And while they were there, they saw an ad for Ralph Lauren Children. A really big ad. Like a poster. On the wall. In Bloomingdale’s. I know I already said that, but still.
And, well, it’s a picture of my kid.
And that makes me pretty damn proud.
But truthfully, that’s not really what I’m here to brag about. I mean it is, but not entirely.
See, as proud as I am that my kid is beautiful (yeah, I said it, sue me), what I’m most proud of is this …
Luau showed her the picture.
He was jumping out of his skin. He’s a proud papa, after all.
She looked up and said, “Cool.”
Then returned to what she was doing.
Because for her, It’s not about the pictures. Or where they end up.
It’s not about seeing herself.
Truthfully, she doesn’t really care much about that part.
For her, it’s all about the experience. The adventure. The trip. The time alone with Mama. The kinship with the other kids. The stylists. The photographers. The seamstresses. The crew. The puppies. (It’s Ralph Lauren; there’s always a puppy). The clothes. The accessories. The wranglers. The friends she gets to see again and again and the new ones she makes every. single. time.
It’s about being exactly who she is.
In any and every setting.
And who she is – according to her Mama – is absolutely beautiful.
From the inside out.
Ralph Lauren, Spring 2012