Dear daughters: Be anything but afraid of growing up

My two-year-old stood before me, her little pastel jewelry set draped around her neck and wrists, and took a bow. "I a queeeennn!!!" she declared as she bent down to the ground and stood back up, beaming before sprinting down the hallway for more...
"Girl or boy, you’re in charge of your identity and your body. You have the power to create you," Jessie Veeder writes. Special to The Forum

My two-year-old stood before me, her little pastel jewelry set draped around her neck and wrists, and took a bow. "I a queeeennn!!!" she declared as she bent down to the ground and stood back up, beaming before sprinting down the hallway for more props.

Queen.

This is not a label we parents have given to her, but one of many she's picked up for herself as part of the pretend world she's creating, the way a 2-year-old should.

Better a queen than a princess, I thought to myself. She might as well pretend to be the one in charge. And just as I completed the thought, the little queen came flying out of her room, transformed now into a big, scary, growling monster, proving that in the mind of a toddler, you can be anything. The very same day she was also a tiger, a bear, a guitar player, a dancer, a cook and "funny." I know, because she told us. And then she laughed and laughed.

As for me, well, it's starting to sink in that I am now the mother of two girls. It's a responsibility that feels a bit heavy and significant these days as I watch the news and am reminded what being a girl in this world can mean. I listen to my daughter who is just learning language, point to her dad and declare him a boy and then to me, a girl. Her sister? A baby.

She's learning the difference already, if only by length of hair and lack of whiskers, and it reminds me of the time in my life when I was convinced femininity wasn't something to be proud of.

I suppose I was staring puberty in the face and knew enough from watching my older sister to decide that I didn't want the burden and fussiness that came with that sort of transition. The bras, the boys, the maintenance of pretty - it was scary and unfamiliar territory I wasn't ready to navigate.

I was convinced that it would all be easier if I had been born a boy, for those reasons and because I thought that it would make me fit better out here at the ranch, that I would have more muscle to open the gates, or that somehow being a boy would make me braver or more capable, more trusted with things I wanted to be a part of, like horses and chores.

I didn't want to face the pressure of the "girl" stuff. And so I worked harder to show those muscles, so much so that there were times I faked interest in things I had no real interest in and probably missed out on things I would have liked to be a part of.

Eventually I came into my own - that's part of the process - but, darling girls, I don't want you to be afraid, like I was, of growing up. I don't want you to be afraid of being a girl.

No.

Because girl or boy, you're in charge of your identity and your body. You have the power to create you. So today you might be a queen, but tomorrow you can be anything.

Jessie Veeder is a musician and writer living with her husband and daughter on a ranch near Watford City, N.D. She blogs at https://veederranch.com. Readers can reach her at jessieveeder@gmail.com.