I’ve been thinking a lot about my daughter. Of course I have. Duh. But more specifically, I’ve been thinking a lot about the things that I want to teach her. To be honest, I feel some real live pressure. Because dudes, she is going to be a bad ass chick. I mean, she just has to be. I don’t want to raise a daughter that’s mean or insecure or anything but really fucking awesome. I feel a mountain of pressure on myself to get it right. I never want to make her feel like less than she is. I never want my husband to not show up for her. And I never, ever want her to make bad decisions for herself because I taught her that.
It’s hard to explain without going into too much detail, so here’s the gist. The Hubs and I had a date last night. It didn’t go so well. We ended up fighting, and he ended up saying some really mean things to me. My brain was in overdrive and I kept thinking of all the reasons I should stay and try to make it right. But the one reason that kept me from doing that was HER. I thought to myself, and told him later, “If anyone ever talks to my daughter that way on a date, I hope she gets up and leaves.” So that’s what I did. In 12 years of being together, I have never EVER just left him like that.
It was heart wrenching and terrible. And totally empowering. And I know we will work it out and make it right. And I hope it never happens again. But I also hope that this new found empowerment continues and shows her just how she should be treated and the steps she can take to stand up for herself if that isn’t happening. Because she is amazing. And powerful. And beautiful. And anyone who doesn’t treat her that way doesn’t deserve her.
That is pure truth. In a way I never realized before.