I adore having little girls. Many times I get lost in their beauty, am amazed at their innocence and trust, and revel at their childlike faith. I am captivated by the precious gifts before me, and I take their future and safety very seriously. I realize a few things.
For one, I am solely responsible for their virtue.
I cannot place the task on their friend’s mom or even my own family, and while I have a few trusted family members who help me with their care, I am aware that in the end, it is my responsibility to raise my girls right, protect them from any and all harm, and lead them towards a bright and fulfilling future. While there are so many factors that could arise that are out of my control, there are still many issues that I can have a huge hand in to ensure the outcome is more likely a positive one for them.
For one, I don’t surround my daughters with music that teaches them to objectify their bodies. I can’t understand why pop culture persists with half-naked women shaking their rumps to eager eyes. With the surge of feminine rights, it just doesn’t seem to coincide, yet strangely it does. Society teaches our daughters to show all parts of their body freely, to get what they want by using their sexual prowess, but demand that we aren’t judged by our pants or cup size. Not sure how that works.
So we dress our tiny tots in shorts that cut into their rear and post on social media funny videos of them dancing like an adult pop star. We laugh and laugh as they twerk, but it’s not cute. Not to me.
Little girls dancing like grown women.
It’s not cute.