"It's not the brand of the shoes that matters. It's how you wear them, right?"
This is what my 10 year old said to me this morning. I debated between these two before finally leaving the house with the pretty suede ones on hoping that I'd avoid the bit of expected rain.
What I didn't say, because it proves that I am a shallow shoe whore, is that it is sometimes about the brand of the shoe. But, just as that thought crossed my mind she said, "It's like a part of your own personal brand, huh?" Oh em gosh... She listens to me and she gets it! Eeeeeeeeee!!!! She understands that we put our own brands out there every day. The messages we send, the way we work with others, the way we carry ourselves, the way we cover ourselves, and a multitude of other things that people see, remember, and form opinions from.
She's a smart kid. She gets what 95% of the clients I work with don't get. Most of them believe brands and logos are one in the same. Some of them have resumes that include marketing job after marketing job after marketing job. And, still, my 10 year old is smarter. Today I realized that she hears me. She understands what I tell companies to do every day. She listens. It made me a tiny bit misty.
I have worried endlessly about these 3 little ones. What if they don't hear me when I tell them that fairy tales are real, best friends are hard to find and easy to love and impossible to let go, love is real, and kissing (especially French) is pretty much the second best thing EVER. (If you have to ask what the first best thing ever is... we might have to have a talk.) And, that they can be whatever they want because they're brilliant, clever, creative, beautiful, and totally completely awesome people. I want them to fear nothing and to try everything.
Maybe they all hear me. The fact that the oldest could even put the idea of a brand in to words gives me hope. She may have been listening to what I say to clients or co-workers on the phone and not necessarily to what I say to her. It's cool. I'll take the baby steps. As long as they are in fantastic shoes.
This is what my 10 year old said to me this morning. I debated between these two before finally leaving the house with the pretty suede ones on hoping that I'd avoid the bit of expected rain.
She's a smart kid. She gets what 95% of the clients I work with don't get. Most of them believe brands and logos are one in the same. Some of them have resumes that include marketing job after marketing job after marketing job. And, still, my 10 year old is smarter. Today I realized that she hears me. She understands what I tell companies to do every day. She listens. It made me a tiny bit misty.
I have worried endlessly about these 3 little ones. What if they don't hear me when I tell them that fairy tales are real, best friends are hard to find and easy to love and impossible to let go, love is real, and kissing (especially French) is pretty much the second best thing EVER. (If you have to ask what the first best thing ever is... we might have to have a talk.) And, that they can be whatever they want because they're brilliant, clever, creative, beautiful, and totally completely awesome people. I want them to fear nothing and to try everything.
Maybe they all hear me. The fact that the oldest could even put the idea of a brand in to words gives me hope. She may have been listening to what I say to clients or co-workers on the phone and not necessarily to what I say to her. It's cool. I'll take the baby steps. As long as they are in fantastic shoes.
