Raising a strong, fierce daughter has been (relatively) easy because she comes from warrior blood.
Dragon ladies and bruhas, shield maidens and hustlers.
Women who know what it is to not just survive, but fucking thrive even through adversity.
Raising strong, fierce boys is where my worry lies. Will they be good men? Compassionate and kind, quick to help without need for reciprocity? Will they stand against oppression and abuse? Will they be more than bystanders in life?
And then I remember they have warrior blood, too.
I remember the lineage of women who once held them in their wombs.
I remember that I married their father because he is a good man and I knew he would help create good men.
I remember my boys never fail to temper their ferocity with the size of their hearts.
. . . lest their sister kick their asses. 😜