Dear Daughter,
The day you were born I changed forever.
It’s true that you were not my first baby, but you, my darling girl, were my first, my only daughter.
As the doctor announced, “It’s a girl!” and passed you up to me I felt all of the pain and worry I’d felt only moments before melt away into a puddle of tears.
Happy tears.
Warrior tears.
You see, nothing makes a mama feel more fierce than birthing a baby
I don’t know why being a girl myself wasn’t enough for me to stand up and put my foot down
Maybe it’s simply because my dreams for myself weren’t challenged because of my gender. Or perhaps I didn’t feel worth the fight.
But I am worth the fight, my dear. WE are worth the fight.
I look at you and I can’t accept a society where you might be held back
I cannot tolerate a world where you are inclined to put limits on your dreams because of invisible lines and expectations.
You are a room-wrecker and a reality checker, a fire-tongued fierce leader and a wild-hearted world changer. You act like a prosecutor when sometimes I wish you’d just say, “yes mama” and move on. But one day you will use those skills to stand up for yourself, for the people you love and for perfect strangers because injustice doesn’t live in your world. (From @themamaontherocks)
You are a 4-year-old feminist
Because of you, I’m done being a tentative advocate for equality. Sign me up as women’s rights warrior.
I’ll get the petition, you bring the crayons. Together we are unstoppable.
Love,
Mommy
