[I apologize in advance for the sort of stream of consciousness nature of this post, I’m writing it during a baby nap, which I think only adds to the effect.]
As many of you who hang around the HQ know, I have a 7.5 month old daughter, who’s the joy of my life. I’m blessed to have an intelligent wife who figured out how to make an income so that I can stay home 4 days a week and tend to our little angel.
I confess though something has been eating me up ever since we found out we were having a girl at that 20 week ultrasound: how the heck am I going to shepherd her though this mess of a world?
Looking back now to about a year ago, when we knew we were having a child, but didn’t know what variety, I had the generic fears: will they be healthy, will they be smart, will I drop them on their head. But once the ultrasound tech said “it’s a girl!” a whole new set of fears manifested itself. Fears mostly about the ages from 10 to 18.
I think, I was vaguely aware of similar concerns with regards to raising a boy, but being a man myself, having navigated the messed up culture myself, there are at least enough threads left of manhood (manliness? “Good men?” eh whatever) that I could stitch together a decent person.
I sometimes fear this is less and less true for raising a girl. Look no further than the rise of the Kardashians (or the fact that “Kardashian” is even in my computer’s spellchecker!)
Looking back over my short life it seems like it’s getting harder and harder to raise a good woman. Or to put it differently, values that I tend to associate with being a good person are being pushed farther and farther into the counter-culture, especially when it comes to women.
Can I raise a daughter who realizes that her worth isn’t based on how short she can wear her skirt or how many notches she has in her bedpost? That relationships aren’t merely things to be thrown away on a whim?
Or will my attempts to do so be drowned out by the dominate culture (which, decaying at the rate it seems to be will be little more than pure hedonism by the time she’s a teenager.)
I won’t lie, it scares the living crap out of me.