Turns out, she was born knowing.
Before she was a year old, she was snatching shoes whenever she got the chance.
Now she loves walking around in her cousin's pink heels.
And my heels.
Brown-Eyed Boy never gave a second thought to the clothes I put on him, except to maybe exclaim over the monster trucks on his shirt. But Baby Blue Eyes will dig an outfit out of her drawer and insist that I put it on her, refusing everything else I offer. Then she will strut off down the hall to show Daddy.
Yes, she struts. Who taught her that?
She loves having her hair combed, getting her toe nails painted, wearing hats, and dancing.
I guess boys and girls really are different after all.
Of course, I already knew that.
As the Family Proclamation explains it, "All human beings—male and female—are created in the image of God. Each is a beloved spirit son or daughter of heavenly parents, and, as such, each has a divine nature and destiny. Gender is an essential characteristic of individual premortal, mortal, and eternal identity and purpose."
So while I don't have to teach Baby Blue Eyes how to be a girl, I hope I can teach her--and show her--how to love being a girl, to cherish that spark of divinity in her, to walk happily and confidently in the knowledge that she is a daughter of God, and to never, ever, think that she needs to change who she is to fit the trends and whims of the world.
But for now I will watch her strut in my high heels and wish that she could stay little forever.
Girls Rule,
The Brown-Eyed Girl
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