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Feminism. The one word that this whole world seems to be afraid of, and why? I don’t understand it. It should be a word that rolls off of every parents tongues. Whether you are raising boys or girls they should be taught that we are all equal. And that in a nut shell is all that feminism means. It doesn’t mean that a woman thinks she is superior and that all men should have their dicks cut off (there are few exceptions mind). It means that women’s rights should be the same as men’s rights. HUMAN RIGHTS.

With what is going on in the world at the moment, regarding the dreaded politics, it is more important now more than ever. That is because the world has gone mad. It is going backwards as far as I am concerned.  Every day I read the news and I become even more scared for my daughter’s future.

I was scared of politics growing up, I didn’t quite understand it and therefore I chose to ignore it. When I turned 18 I voted but only for what I thought my mum and dad wanted me to vote for. Now I can’t believe that this was ever me. I don’t know what changed but now I’m not afraid to stand up for what I believe in, whether that goes against the norm or not. Although I am quite lucky that their views do reflect my own. My mother is a feminist but my father is the biggest feminist I know.

So if there is one important job that I have to do in my lifetime it will be to raise my daughter as a feminist. As soon as I found out I was having a girl I knew that it would come down to me to show her how to become a strong, independent woman who isn’t afraid to fight for what she believes in.

At the tender age of one my daughter’s personality is one of fierce independence. She rarely accepts help from anybody, always preferring to do it herself. She’s already so confident and headstrong and I realise that it is my job to make sure that all of these traits don’t get lost to growing up in this world. Growing up is hard. I’ve been there myself and I think a lot of parents forget that and they don’t sympathise.

It is my job to teach her that her body is her own and SHE is the only one that can choose and say what to do with her body. I can do this by showing her that there are all shapes and sizes out there and not one of them are “abnormal”. I don’t have the best confidence in my body but I’m not going to show my daughter that because I want her to have a comfortable relationship with her own. I will be open and honest and I won’t shy away from words such as vagina or penis or breasts because that is what they are. It should never be seen as embarrassing or taboo.

I can teach her to not only respect herself but others as well. I can teach her that her own actions may affect others. To empathise with what other people are going through whether she fully understands it or not. Not everyone’s walks of life are the same and therefore cannot be judged.

One thing we are big on in this house is that ALL tasks are made equal. Whether that is cleaning, labouring or cooking, this is a new one for my partner but he will get there because he isn’t afraid to learn and to ask how. I think this is important in quashing all of those gender stereotypes that certain jobs are made for a woman and others for men. No, ALL jobs are equal in this house just the same way as they should be in the work place.

And by saying all of this I do not mean that I am going to force my views onto my daughter because I am not. I’m just going to show her that it is okay to be different. It is okay to be outspoken. It is okay to fight for what you believe in even if it is the minority. And if I am lucky enough to have another baby and they should turn out to be a boy, I WILL NOT raise him any different.

It’s in our hands parents. We have the capability to change the world and do you know how? By raising our kids to be thoughtful, kind, independent, strong-willed people.

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Posted by:ivyandiblog

Mother. Partner. Blogger. Coffee addict (show me a mother who isn't!)

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