I feel the delicate steps of raising a daughter are approaching. Quickly. More quickly than I feel ready. But I think feeling ready, or rather not, is an excuse. Because I am equipped. I was a little girl, an awkward preteen, a self-conscious teenager, a young newlywed and I now I am pretty sure I am a woman. So here I am. It wasn't perfect, or always pretty, but I succeeded. So I am equipped to lead my sweet girl through this. I am not sure what will require more grace, loving her through the trials growing up or reliving all the stages as I do so. God help me.
Here's a sweet little article, an encouragement to use my words wisely. What you say and how you say it can make all the difference.