Curves and Curls: A Daughter’s Reflections on Raising A Girl

We chose to find out. My world was rocked and changed when the ultrasound showed proof that my tummy is home and haven to a 9oz little girl. A girl. Sugar and spice and everything nice. A girl. Bows and ribbons, curves and curls.

I drove directly from the office to the department store and bought a pink diaper bag. Her first pink thing. A girl. I am having a girl! As you may have caught, I am in awe.

A rush of emotions have surged through me since finding out our bundle of joy will come home in soft pink jammies. I must admit to having felt fear among the joy and excitement. Boys seem so easy to raise. Don’t all you have to do for boys is give them a stick and some rocks to play with and tell them to go break something? But a girl is fragile and precious, a creature with emotions that run deep, a heart that is gentle, and a face that makes you melt.

So I posed a question to those already raising daughters: how do you raise a girl? What advice could these daughter-raising forerunners afford me? I received many responses, nuggets and gems aplenty. I was inspired by the answers I was given. But then I posed another question, this one to daughters. I asked them to tell me what their parents did that made a positive impact on them; what was important to them as little girls. These answers were the truest, most raw and honest looks into a daughter’s heart. As I read them, my tears flowed openly.

I began to think of my own girlhood, and looked into the heart that was shaped by being my parents’ daughter. There I found what I was looking for. This is what I learned from my reflections:

I learned to always wrap a girl up in a blanket when she is frightened, hurt, or sick. Making her warm milk and honey is the next best thing, so I should do both.

I must teach her to search God’s Word for herself. This way her foundation will be built on truth, and she can stand unshaken even when her heroes fail and crumble.

I learned to allow her to wear shoes that I hate, but not skirts that I think are too short.

I want to tell her that dirty dishes were invented so mothers and daughters could talk. There isn’t a much better time to talk about anything.

I learned that her daddy should teach her to read a map, shoot straight, drive a stick shift, and paint a good edge.

I need to let her know that as long as she will be honest with me, I will never, ever take anyone else’s word above hers. When trust is broken, it needs rebuilt. It may take time, but it will happen.

I want her to know that thunderstorms and mountains may be God’s most magnificent creations.

I will teach her that her self-worth is founded on the very fact that her soul was bought by the blood of Christ.

I must tell her to seize every opportunity and that every moment counts, but even when she fails, the mercies of God are new every morning and they do not fail.

I want her to enjoy each stage of her lovely life, for her to know that the “real world” can be fun, and that while it presents its own challenges, she’ll be just fine when she gets there.

I will pray with her at the end of each day, and let her know that the Creator of heaven and earth shields her as she sleeps, and no evil in the dark can stand against her tonight.

I will passionately love her father, and I will tell her every day how much her daddy loves her.

I want her to love music, laugh too loud, enjoy food, and stand for truth no matter what the cost.

I want to teach her that boys should open doors, walk closest to the street on a sidewalk leaving her the inside, and always understand that no means no. If he doesn’t understand this, she should talk to her daddy; he will assist the boy in this understanding.

I want her to know that I do not care what career path she chooses, but when a woman decides to have children, that responsibility supersedes career. As far as it is up to her, she should never be satisfied to allow someone else to raise her child.

I wish for her to treasure memories above things, to treasure the photographs that capture those memories, but even more important, to treasure the people in those memories.

And above all, I want to train up a fierce and feminine warrior for the Kingdom of God, a champion of righteousness, a woman to storm the gates of hell and claim her corner of the world for her Lord…and she can do it all with curves and curls.

One comment on “Curves and Curls: A Daughter’s Reflections on Raising A Girl

  1. Jody says:

    You are an amazing woman who will be an amazing mom just as you are and amazing daughter, wife and friend. I wish I could view the world through your eyes and have the love of life that you live. I love you….

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