To my future daughter.
The date is November 9th 2016 and Donald Trump has just been elected President of the United States. I hope that this means far less to you than it does to me right now. I hope you live in a world that laughs at the backwards mindset of the “old days” and his failed attempt at Presidency and that now a stronger, kinder, more loving President stands in his place. Maybe, and hopefully, a woman.
My child, for my entire life I have wanted you. You are not yet even born but I have wanted you more and more with every breath I take. When people ask my aspirations in life I can only answer with my desire of motherhood, and of raising a girl into a woman. However today is the first day of my life that I have become hesitant.
Of course I still want you, my chest aches to feel the rest of your head every day of my life, but now, on this day, I am filled with fear. Don’t let me appear naive, even before Trump was elected, women had it tough. We were not equal to men. However I always had hope, I had faith in the world I live in and the people I call my neighbours that we were getting there. Step by step. I thought we were progressing, but now I am not so sure. Because electing a racist, sexist, homophobic man as President sure as hell feels like a step back.
How can I fulfil my dreams of raising a girl to believe she can do anything she sets her mind to when I don’t even believe that myself?
Because today we did not only choose a terrible, unqualified man, but we dismissed a passionate and qualified woman. And as sad as it is to admit, many people will have voted against Clinton just because she was born a female.
Baby girl, I don’t know what to tell you. I am hurt and confused and scared, not just for the minorities of today but for you. I hope that you are growing up in a tolerant and progressive world, that you have equal opportunities to your male classmates and that you don’t live in fear simply because of your gender but right now I don’t know if that will be the case.
So let me instead reiterate what I know I will tell you every day of your life.
You are a tough, kickass woman who is absolutely, one hundred percent valid. Whatever your sexuality, religion, physical/mental ability, etc. YOU MATTER. And right now, I don’t know if I can tell you that you can do anything you put your mind to because I don’t know if I believe that. But what you can do is love. Love with everything you have and continue to fight against hate. Be proud of yourself, and of women everywhere. Befriend those who are different to you and allow yourself access to every point of view you can. Learn. Educate yourself on the history of the woman and appreciate every damn female who fought to get you where you are right now. And continue their work. Continue to fight the good fight.
I love you already my little warrior,