Kara made me do it.
As I raise my daughter, these are the ways in which I aspire to be like my mother:
I will believe that she can do anything she chooses. I will support and encourage her as she follows her own interests. I will allow her to set her own goals and priorities.
I will tell her I love her every day. I will tell her she is smart, she is capable, she is kind, she is beautiful, she is valued, she is worthy. I will tell her these things even when she grows tired and embarrassed by hearing them.
I will stress the value and importance of education.
I will not allow her to see me fighting with her father. I will be sure that she sees me disagreeing and debating with her father and standing with him as an equal partner.
I will give her everything she needs, but far from everything she wants. I will teach her how to discern the difference.
I will expose her to different people, ideas, ideals and teach her how to respect the differences. I will teach her to disagree without debasing.
I will let her take the risks that are so frequently the best part of childhood and will hide my fear from her.
I will not yell, other than to cheer her on.
As I raise my daughter, these are the ways in which I hope my daughter will one day aspire to be like me:
I will respect her as a person in her own right. I will treat her with dignity, value her thoughts and opinions, and not always assume that being the adult makes me right.
I will listen. I will hear her. I will keep her confidences.
I will teach her to cook or shoot hoops or knit or run bases or sing or fix cars or whatever else she wants to learn. I will show her that her gender does not limit her actions.