I took my daughter shopping today and I feel guilty.
No, I didn’t buy her anything crazy or let her run the mall with wild abandon. I feel guilty because we, admittedly, had a girlie day.
She had asked to go “shopping like girls do” and I told her I would take her. And I did. And we had a damn good time.
She tried on clothes and twirled. She attempted to help me pick out “pretty dresses.” We ate lunch and acted like every day was girl day.
So why the guilt over being girls? I’m not sure. Perhaps the hardened feminist core that is me, hates the idea of “shopping and doing lunch” with my daughter. Teaching her “this is what girls do.”
But you know what? We did it, because she asked…and it was fun. I loved watching her find a new item on the rack and squeal. I did. I really did. I also loved watching her hold up a shirt to say “how does this one look Mamma?”
Now I’ll sit back and let you all tell me how this is what you knew would happen because Hillary lost. Ready? Go.
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