Guy Delcambre's blog post, Saving a Little Girl, got me thinking tonight.
I have a little girl now; I think I'm still surprised about it. I was so sure my life would be full of a herd of little boys, and then she came along:
I know the wolves will come. They will lie to her, they will try to rob her confidence and steal her joy. I got a small glimpse of it when a well meaning friend hoped my healthy daughter would be "thin and beautiful" when she outgrew her fat rolls. I tried very hard not to kick my friend in the shins for such a ridiculous remark.
So I started making a plan:
I will not call myself fat. (Idea mooched from Sarah at Emerging Mummy)
I will not refer to the little dudes in her life as "boyfriends." (Seriously, why start that crap?)
I will encourage health; not skinny and airbrushed.
I will build her up.
Lastly, and most importantly, her father and I will stand between her and that pressure with our big Can o' Whoop Ass.
Because she's our girl.