The Scariest Thing About Raising Daughters

Every morning when we get Abbie out of bed and get her ready for the day, I’m thankful to have a daughter. Every time I feel this newest little girl wiggling away in my tummy, I’m thankful for the chance to have two daughters. Not everyone is so lucky.

I grew up the eldest of four daughters, so raising girls is something I was always familiar with. Most days, I love every second of it – the dolls, the hair, even the tantrums. Then there are other moments that it scares me out of my mind that we have the responsibility of raising two daughters. Those days are the ones where I hear about stories like this – where justice was not appropriately served for a woman horrifically attacked. Where a criminal was given a light sentence because of who he is, and a victim has to live with his actions the rest of her life. I see his refusal to take responsibility for his actions (and his family’s denial) and I hope that my generation is raising our children better.

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This is the world I am tasked to raise my daughters in. A world where I have to teach them to protect themselves from monsters disguised in the faces of fresh-faced boys. A world where I will worry about them every night when they’re without me, where I won’t want to let them walk alone, where I will without question pick them up regardless of where they are. Because this is the evil in the world we live in. This is what I have to teach them about and protect them against.

I suppose if I had sons, I would be teaching the counterpoint to all this. If I had sons, I would teach them to be compassionate, kind, and brave men. I would teach them to stand up for people when they need it, but especially women. I would teach them that every person has a voice and value, and every woman could be your mom, your sister, your aunt. I would teach them to be respectful of others – their needs and decisions (to be fair, I am teaching my daughters that as well). I would teach them to fight rape culture in their words and actions and stand up for the women who have been silenced.

But I don’t have sons – I have daughters. It is my job to teach them to always be aware of what they’re wearing. It is my job to teach them to watch how much they drink. It is my job to teach them to always travel in groups and never leave a party or concert alone. It is my job to teach them to call for safe ride services and not be afraid to call for a cab if they need it. It is my job to be their support, their guidepost, their teacher in safety and recognizing their surroundings. It is my job to fight for campus and city safety plans. It is my job to be sure they are exposed to young men who have been raised right and treat women well so they can recognize the opposite. It is my job to raise, strong, self-reliant women who are also unafraid to ask for help when they need it. As a mother of daughters, that is my job, regardless of the unfairness of much of it.

It’s a big job, and it’s absolutely the scariest thing about raising daughters. It isn’t the tantrums or the fights over clothes. It isn’t the hormones or the sisterly quarrels I know from my own sisters are headed my way. It’s not only protecting them, but teaching them to protect themselves. I only hope I’m up to the job.

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Jess Beer is a full-time working mom of two girls who writes about motherhood, wellness, easy meals and style.

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3 Responses

  1. Love this so much!! Being a girl mom is an incredible blessing that truly comes with the weight of the world on us.

  2. YES!!! We are working tirelessly on both ends of this. I hope and pray that we are raising Marcus to be a good, kind, caring, gentle man who helps others, and has the utmost respect for all people. And, on the flip side of the coin, I we will be successful in teaching Julia to be strong, and smart, and safe. Raising kids, regardless of gender, is a tough and scary job. I hope when our kids are adults our hard work and efforts pay off!

  3. I have a little boy and soon we will have a little girl. While I would love to be able to raise my children the way that my brother and I were raised, the culture or times have changed drastically. My parents used to kick us outside and tell us to not come home until the street lights came on. We rode our bikes miles away and never thought twice about someone taking us. I can barely imagine leaving my own child (in a few years) to play alone in our fenced in backyard let alone roam the neighborhood. I don’t remember there being much of a difference in what we were taught individually (gender based) growing up but there is much more of a need for it now.

I’m Jess! I’m a working mama of two sweet sisters living in the DC area. This is my space to share inspiration, real stories of working motherhood, recipes, style, and more! I can’t start my day without coffee and always try to show the real side of motherhood – the good and the challenging. I’m so glad you’re here – thanks for following along on my journey!

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