I have a daughter in the best sense of the word. She is sassy, silly, gentle, funny, smart, kind, generous, thoughtful, and ever-present. My daughter calls me to be the best I can be. To not let her down. To not make her someone else. To cherish the very girl that she is and the woman she will be. To demand that others do the same.
I am as proud of her for loving princesses and purple as I would be if she loved baseball and blue. I have no agenda for my daughter except a desperate desire to protect her from all the ways the world is hard on women. But I can’t. I tell her stories of triumph and courage. I tell her stories of sadness and hope. I knew that she would hurt, but it still breaks my heart every time. I hope that she will always find safe haven in my home and my hugs.
I love my baby girl. She makes me better than I am. She makes me a princess, too.