My youngest was born with grey/blue colour eyes. ( over the years it became more brown). When she was about 9 months old, after seeing my daughter’s beautiful grey/ blue eyes, I was asked by the owner of a leading modelling agency , if I would let my 9 month old baby do some modelling.
I refused the offer, because I wanted my 9 month old baby to have a normal childhood. At 9 months, she wouldn’t have understood how rigorous and demanding the industry is. I didn’t want her to grow up under a spotlight. I felt a whole lot of negative issues outweighed a few seconds of fame.
Surely, it would have been nice to see my daughter’s photo in the print media. At least, I could have told ‘4 people’ that my 9 month old daughter is the model for ‘xyz’ company. But it was I, who would have benefited, had I let my baby do the modelling at that time. ( unless I saved all the money she would have earned and didn’t take any credit for being the mom of a famous model !)
I already worry about her body image issues, imagine what would have happened if she was already in to modelling as a child and worked with all the stick insects up close and personal.
Yesterday, my youngest asked me, “mom, what is your expectations about me?” ( We have been having issues with my middle child and this line of discussion has been going for the past few days. I will blog about it later)
I said “nothing, I have no expectations” And I told her ” Baby girl, You are not my masterpiece where I expect that everyone will like my final product and I can take a gracious bow for doing a good job. You are the blank canvas gifted to me, I take care of the canvas making sure that it is protected from moths and other such things..clean the surface regularly and keep it pristine..so you can add whatever colours you want and paint your own picture. If you damaged the canvas, perhaps I could help you fix it, If you want me to shade in something, I could do that too. But it is still your painting. You are your own masterpiece and the only way you can create is by knowing what you want to do in your life. If you study well, get admission to a top Uni, I will be happy for you, just as I would be happy, if you chose to flip burgers at Maccas”
She looked relieved..
But sometimes I wonder, if I should be more demanding.. If I should have worked at the painting? Did I do the right thing when I refused her a chance to be famous? Am I failing my children because of my lack of expectations?