I roll my eyes at some of her more creative combinations of color and pattern, but the reality is that I'm quietly pleased by her confidence. I'm proud that she's comfortable enough in her own skin to wear bizarre outfits. And I'm happy that she doesn't care if some other kid snickers at her picks.
My daughter's confidence isn't something I've instilled in her; it's totally God's work in her life. And I'm grateful for the blessing.
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