This post is alternately titled “Raising daughters to value themselves,” and is part of the #CelebrateWomen blog carnival. Women across the internet are joining together on the Wednesdays this month to discuss what it means to be women.
I’m still green at this single mom thing. I learn something new every day. Usually, I think I’m screwing them up royally, and since everything is bigger in Texas, I’m fairly certain I’m messing up their little minds in a BIG way. There are days, and moments, when I think I really am doing something right, too.
When I peer at them playing together for hours, building a maze of blankets and chairs and pillows and crawlspaces through the living room, I see their potential to be architects.
When I see them set up a clinic for all their stuffed animals, including a waiting area with fake treats and even a make-shift treadmill for an octopus?! I see their potential as veteranarians.
When I watch as they craft a desk, don my headphones and report the “news of the day,” I see their potential as anchors.
When I marvel at their capacity to understand complex movie plots and narrative structure, I see their potential as directors or producers.
When I watch Mia swim, I see an Olympian.
When I note Wendy “reading,” I see an author.
When I notice them driving their Power Wheels John Deere tractor over the yard (and sometimes over my foot), flying down the cul de sac on the scooter, nursing baby dolls, preparing food in their pretend kitchen, telling fantastic stories of the creatures that dwell in the sewers, drawing, dancing, dueling and detecting, I realize that their potential has no limits because I haven’t closed the doors of opportunity to them.
Sunday, at the park, they insisted on climbing the rock structure. It was huge – probably 8 feet tall, with few handholds or crevices. Wendy didn’t want my help. Mia insisted on taking the tough route to the top. I went up, too, because my daughters inspire me. When we arrived at the top, I held them, because my beautiful, strong, independent daughters wanted me to celebrate their accomplishment in the climb.
What can you do to raise confident, strong, children and help any children you know own their independence?