- I remember having dreamy day-dreams imagining my twin daughters as sixteen-year-olds.
- I wondered what kind of parent I would become. Do I have the freedom to make mistakes?
- I want to fearlessly talk with them about sex, life, death, relationships and their place in the world—no matter how anxious it makes me.
- I ask myself, will my children actually talk to me or ignore me?
- I worry about all that could happen to them and they show me their enduring resilience every day.
- I look around and try to understand the world they live in.
- I stand back and observe their friendships—what are they saying to each other?
- I see who they choose to hang out with. I embrace these new voices of authority and look for openings of influence.
- I watch them try to figure out who they are while bathed in pop culture, hoping I resonate down deep.
- I expect them to be kind to the awkward kid at school.
- I hope they have the right information to share with a friend who’s in trouble.
- I quake at the thought of their first relationship—let it be caring, fun, and nurturing.
- I yearn for teachers that ignite their curiosity and respect their thinking.
- I optimistically expect that all the adults around them will demonstrate loving and equitable relationships.
- I imagine them standing up for their friends and joining with strangers to build their community.
- I long to raise brave, lion-hearted, compassionate, jubilant, genuine young women who can take care of themselves, will experience sustenance in their work, and express love for themselves and those they hold dear.
September 17, 2013
My birthday reverie for my girls, and for every girlPosted by Leigh Hofheimer under Marriage/Family | Tags: birthday, children, community, daughters, friendships, parenting, relationships, sex |