Tell her she’s wild and free and that it’s good to run–that it’s not always safe, and her knees may get scraped but girl, it’s good to run.
Tell her she’s strong. She’s able. She can be secure because she knows that back home she has a tribe of six more (four of them being boys+men) cheering her on-loud. TELL HER so loud that your cheers and “go”s and YES YOU CAN extinguishes all the cannot’s and no’s and sorry’s.
Tell her she’s lovely. That she’s precious and pure and fragile and sweet. Because meek doesn’t mix with weak and yes, women, yes, we are fragile too. We need…no. We deserve a tender kind of love with hands that hold us like a delicate, antique china-not because we’re quick to break, but because we are a rare and lovely and hard to find-and impossible to replace.
Tell her the heart she owns is impossible to replace.
Tell her that the voice she’s been given is worth a listen.
Tell her. Tell her. Tell her.
Because if we stay silent (moms, dads, sisters, brothers, mentors, aunts…) there are a flurry of other voices that are loud and strong and like to yell out obscene thoughts and define their delicate hearts and bodies and minds as something to be purchased, dismissed, or abused.
Am I being too course? Too harsh? I surely hope I’m not the only one who sees this reality on billboards and commercials and, heck, even those Bratz dolls being sold in Target.
Oh Mamas…this one is for you. Tell her. Tell her she’s worthy and lovely and freaking strong (depending on age…I encourage you say freaking for the emotional punch it brings). Yes, use your words, but use your actions too. Show her the strength that comes from being kind to a cashier that’s making your already frazzled hair grow a few more grays. Show her the courage that comes with weeping for the lost and extending your hand to the needy. Most of all, show her the warrior you are by the love you bear in the home-with your man, with your kids, with your Jesus, and, yes, even with yourself.
Tell her. Because the silence will get filled. And you want a chorus of strength to be her resting cloud all of her days. Enjoy her. Show her. Teach her and guide her and watch her as she keeps growing taller.
Photos by Valerie Denise