And so, dear wisp of energy that is my daughter, I want you to know that I think of you often. I imagine how old you’d be, what you’d be doing in your life.
She has moments when she is so passionate about something, her dark eyes glisten with intensity. I swear I would risk my life for her convictions in those moments, because put simply, I just believe in her.
I couldn’t love you without judgment the way every little girl, daughter, beautiful woman, child needs to be loved, because I was so busy judging and not loving myself.
Sending my daughters, all of our daughters, out into the world as women empowered by their sexuality is the treasure I have found beneath the ruins of my marriage.
I wanted to write a few words of guidance for my daughter, and although this letter began as something solely for her, as I reread it, I realized that it's a letter for all of us -- young, old, daughter, son, mother, father... human. Take what you like, leave the rest behind.