Posted on 01/25/2011 8:05:23 PM PST by Rhonda Robinson
What’s the first thing you felt when you set eyes on your baby for the first time? I suspect my emotions were no different from yours. You probably marveled at what you created — and then experienced an overwhelming feeling of love and responsibility.
I presume gender roles were not on your radar screen.
But, of course, you’re not Peggy Orenstein, author of the new book Cinderella Ate My Daughter. Her feelings as a new mother were vastly different from normal people’s.
There’s that first moment when you hold your little girl in your arms, and you look down at her and you think, ‘I don’t want my daughter to think there’s anything she can’t do because she’s a girl, and I don’t want her to think there’s anything she has to do because she’s a girl.
For female leftists, everything is about girl power — even when it’s not.
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What a load.
Lots of “strong” women grew up with Cinderella.
I remember my first reaction when I saw our first baby. I first thought “she is not beautiful like the nurse told me” then I looked around at the others and realized she did look much, much better.
My second thought was “oh no, red hair” Then I began to realize how perfect she was. Her little fingers and toes so perfectly formed and I felt closer to God knowing he had created us.
Fortunately she turned out to have her Mother’s stunning good looks and the hair turned blonde, then eventually light brown. Every now and then when the light hits her just right, I can still see some red. Both her children had blond hair right from the start.
Are you kidding me? The first thought, if it was even a conscious thought, was Oh My G-d!!! LOOK at you! I love you so MUCH!!! Love beyond measure. It outshined the sun. And you know what? Every time I look at her, I feel exactly the same way. So much it hurts. So much that I would do literally anything to protect her and teach her and make sure she knows right from wrong, good from evil. So much that I spend each and every day walking with her towards the day when she chooses her OWN place in this life so that she knows exactly who she is, what she is capable of, and can walk someday without me because I won’t always be here.
I am rearing a DAUGHTER, not a ventriloquist’s dummy! Her dreams are hers, not mine. Her thoughts are hers, not mine. Her life is hers. NOT MINE.
Beautiful.
Never once has our daughter been told “You can’t do that because you’re a girl” nor has she been told “You’re a girl so you’re better than a boy.”
I am blessed with teens. One of each sex. To reiterate your post, THEIR thoughts, THEIR dreams, THEIR lives.
There are some things boys cannot do and will never be able to do. Because they are boys.
There are some things girls canoot do and will never be able to do. Because they are girls.
Leave the liberalspeak to DU and the bumper sticker people.
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