Little Girl Magic

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she is 9, going on 19.

How does this happen? This little girl who truly believes she is half-fairy and half-Irish… is talking about social justice & longing to travel the world! She teeters, somewhere on that fence between childhood and adolescence.

I can’t shield her from the inevitable, but I can help her hold onto her magic, as long as possible! That magic that flows through the blood of little girls who have never been told “you can’t, because.”

You can’t go to school, because you’re a girl.
You can’t be president, because you’re a girl.
You can’t fly airplanes, because you’re a girl.
You can’t be a police officer, because you’re a girl.
You can’t drive a car, because you’re a girl.
You can’t defend your country, because you’re a girl.
You can’t own a business, because you’re a girl.
You can’t decide who you will marry – or if! – because you’re a girl…

My daughter knows her world is special, and that many little girls hear “you can’t,” all their lives. It makes her angry, just like it made me angry when I was growing up.

I hope that as she grows, she won’t lose all her magic! Or her anger. I hope she never gives up wanting to make the world a better place, a place where half its inhabitants aren’t subject to the “you can’ts,” for no good reason.

This is my little girl.
May her magic glow, and light her way, all her days!
Because she’s a girl; a girl who can.