Raising a strong-willed girl…

Sometimes, I wonder how much simpler life would be if my daughter ‘toed the line’ a bit more, if she accepted things as is and did not push the envelope every single time. But when I catch myself thinking these thoughts, I try to shake them away. I reprimand myself for I know, I just know, I would never have it any other way.

“Though she be but little, she is fierce.”

I feel nothing but absolute pride to say I am raising a strong-willed girl. It might make my days a tad more difficult now but this is what I have always wanted for her. If you tell her something is dangerous, she will want to know for herself why. If you tell her she can’t eat something as she would not like the taste, she would still want to taste it and make that decision for herself, thank you!

She is curious, she is independent, she is vocal about her likes and dislikes. When we are out and about, she lets me know her mind about the things she sees. This often earns a few stern glances, especially from those of the older generation. I know there will be lots of unsolicited advice in the future. There will be people from all walks of life telling us how ‘a girl should behave’. I am not worried for myself, I know I don’t let such comments affect me. But I hope and pray that my girl retains this inherent curiosity, this streak of independence. I hope I am able to give her the confidence to not let conformity or the ‘shoulds’ and ‘should nots’ affect her spirit.

A lot of people describe her as a ‘tomboy.’ She is not even two and yet, a label has already been put on her. They say thoughts becomes things. If that should be true, I don’t want her to grow up thinking she is unruly or unmanageable. Rather, I would love for her to think of herself as inquisitive, independent and resilient. Recently, a friend of mine (hi there, M!) said she doesn’t think of Gini as a tomboy but as being uninhibited and that she would like the same should she have a daughter in the future.

Sometimes, a single statement like that is enough to pick me up and feel grateful for the child I have.

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