This is Emily on Wednesday. First day of school. First day of fourth grade. She is steady on her way to the age of double digits. Last week I decided to stop picking out her clothes for her. I would like to say this was a brilliant, forward-thinking decision on my part, but the absolute truth is she kept ignoring what I laid out for her and putting her own outfits together. Usually these involve bright colors, a hat or sequins hairbands wrapped around her ankles. As long as she is staying within the bounds of decency I am going to let her go with it.
Because look at that stance up there.
I am a fourth-grader.
I now go upstairs at school.
I am wearing a scarf as a belt.
I have ONE braid.
I want her to stay this way forever. Confident in herself. Proud of who she is. We are coming up to some hard years for girls. I want her to stand tall. I want her to laugh her way through. Dance to her own beat. Play her own song. Make up her own rules. I don’t want her to feel she has to conform. I want to know that if someone tried to make her feel bad about herself, she will feel sorry that they don’t have the privilege of knowing her.
I think CONFIDENCE could be the greatest gift we could give our daughters.