Prayer For My Daughter
I’m not religious. I guess if I’m anything, I’m agnostic with a couple sprinkles of atheism, if that’s possible. So please forgive my use of prayer as a literary device, but the sentiment holds true.
Caroline woke up early this morning, around 5:30. Her canines are coming in and she’s been in pain lately, so rather than wait for her to fall back asleep, I brought her into my bed. I dozed off for a little while and woke up about an hour later to find her snuggled up against my chest, fast asleep. I lay there looking at her for a little while. She’s only two, so of course she looks pretty innocent all the time, but little kids have a way of looking so perfectly angelic while they sleep…
Lately, my friends have been even crazier than usual, which is saying something. All of the crazy around me (and within me) makes me worry about raising a little girl. While I won’t go into detail out of respect for people’s privacy, I will say this regarding my own daughter.
May she always know what she is worth, regardless of whether or not there is a man in her bed telling her so. May she never rationalize abusive behavior out of fear of being alone. May she make the hard choices that she knows in her heart are the right ones. May she love her own company enough that she cherishes her time spent by herself. May she be strong and secure enough that she does not need anyone else to make her feel whole and complete.
May she never settle.
And may I have the foresight and wisdom to raise her as a stronger woman than I will ever be.
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