Raising girls is hard. They are bombarded by unrealistic expectations about how they’re supposed to look, to act, to be, and it’s a never-ending challenge to help them navigate the waters of their personal identities.
One of the things we have always tried to ingrain in our girls is that their beauty and their value is not determined by how other people view them, but is part of who they have been designed by God to be. They are loved, they are special, they are valued beyond measure both by us and by God.
Last week the girls’ club at our church hosted a Father-Daughter night where the girls came with their dads, dressed in medieval garb and spend the evening sharing a meal, playing games, working on projects, and being reminded of how loved and cherished they are by their dads. I am so thankful for my husband, the kind of guy who’s not afraid to don a lame tin-foil crown to make his princess feel special.