Oh what to get my teenaged daughters for Christmas.
It can’t be that difficult. After all, I am in touch.
I love to go to the mall with my daughters. I pick out earings, shoes, purses. They know me at Claires and Icing.
But this year, they need something that embodies their very soul. They need something that reflects the core of who they are. Because you are what you wear?
Yes, a teenage girl can be all that she can be. Not by her family roots, her dreams, her accomplishments, nor truely understanding who God made her to be. No, she can only be… what she buys. She is a consumer. She IS what she consumes.
And it’s my job as a father to continue to ruin her for her future spouse(s). Raise Princesses. Create unreal expectations as to what the real world is like. Teach them they own the world and stuff matters. Show them where their self-esteem belongs – in my wallet. And then hand their self-esteem off to some other poor schlub.
Now I have to say I am fortunate that my daughters do not find their identity by being the pubesent arm candy of some Holister-saggin’-need-his-bangs-cut-boyrat. Am I Lucky? No.
See you as a parent can actually influence your children’s behavior. I am not joking. My girls are really not interested in boys. Why? Because I said so. Ok, it’s not exactly what I said. It’s what I do. And it starts when they are messy haired cute little punkins heads.
But girls, they also need role models. They need real people, real women to show them the way. After all parents are not enough. It takes a village.