A few weeks ago, some friends of ours from church hosted a Tea Party for all of the girls at our congregation, complete with a personal makeover, hand-made tutus and yummy snacks! Miss Z had been struggling to be convinced that she was in fact a girl because she wanted to be called a boy like J and her dad did UNTIL talk of this tea party where the boys wouldn't be allowed. Only girls. Since then she seems to have embraced her girl-ness.
If you have known me very long, you know I'm not a girly girl and all the princessy pink fru-fru isn't my idea of a good time. Miss Z is pretty well-rounded on the matter so it works out pretty well for us. Still, something very meaningful occurred that is worth noting and repeating many times in the future. The hostess said a few words about the girls encountering others in the future - for the rest of their lives - that might not appreciate them or care about their feelings. She told them that this event was to remind them how this group of females were there to support them and love them when difficult things come. Isn't that what we all need? I know that there are many women that would help me if I were to need it or ask, but asking is hard for me. What happened for Miss Z is the beginning of physical reminders that she is not alone. We need to hear that. And not just once every few years. Whether it come in tutus and tiaras or bowling and burgers, we all need to hear and see the ways we are not alone in this life. Even when we may have to walk alone for a while, there should be others we can glance back at to gain courage and strength.