Strong Blood: A Daughter Story

“My goodness,” I say, toweling her off. “You really are getting taller.”

Daughter lifts her arms up to the sky and proclaims, “Look at me, Mommy! I’m a STRONG WOMAN!” I start laughing and she laughs too. “Okay, I’m not a strong woman, I’m not a woman yet. I’m still a little girl!”

“You are,” I say. “But you’re going to grow up to be a strong woman. You know why?”

“Why?” she asks as she turns to face me.

I towel off her face and her shoulders. “Because Mommy’s a strong woman. And my mommy’s a strong woman. And you know what? My grandmother Abi was a strong woman too.” I touch her nose. “It runs in the family.”

“I’m going to be a strong woman!” she proclaims.

I brush her hair. “Yes, you are. Now go on there, strong girl.”

I watch her dart off, howling, “YIPPEE!” and think about my mother and my grandmother, who fled a country in revolutionary chaos to build new lives in a foreign land. I grew up thinking that blood flowed through my veins: the blood of immigrants, the blood of survivors. I’m not a tough person by nature, but it gave me courage.

It gave me strength.

Now it’s time for me to pass it on.

I hear her from the other room, talking to her paternal grandmother: “I’m going to be a strong woman!”

Yes, love. Yes, you are. And I’ll do everything in my power to help you make it so.

Mirrored from MCAH Online.

About M.C.A. Hogarth

Genderqueer sci-fantasy writer, animal geek, conlanger, pyrographer, painter, doodler, jewelry artisan, web designer, Kemetic, and musician. Snake-crazy.
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