You Have a Daughter, I Have a Son

The other night my husband was able to take our 8yo son and his friend to a Houston Rockets game.  When they were telling me about their fun time together, my husband stopped and asked my son, “Tell your mom what you did when the Rockets Dancers came out.”  “Oh!,” my son exclaimed, “I CLOSED MY EYES!”  With a grimace on his face he told me, “They were wearing bikinis or something!”  You would have thought he said they were covered with horse poop, he was just that disgusted.

While his reaction was a bit extreme, the point is clear:  I am raising a son who will value much more than what your daughter looks like or chooses to physically emphasize about herself.  And honestly, I think one day your daughter will thank me for it.

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