It’s giving, “Girly Girl.”
Empowering Others and Embracing Uniqueness
As a mom, one of the sweetest parts of parenting has been the bond I share with my daughter, Mia. She’s not just my girl—she’s my little buddy, my built-in bestie, and honestly, my personal comedian. The other day, while we were jamming out to music in the car, she looked at me and said, “Mom, this song is so girly pop—just like you!” I laughed out loud, but later that night, it really made me think.
“Girly pop” is synonymous with “Girly Girl,” — a phrase people toss around a lot. Sometimes it’s used lightly, sometimes it carries a little sting. But to Mia, it meant something fun, light, feminine—something she clearly saw in me. And I loved that. It made me ask myself, “What does being feminine really mean to me?”
Here’s where I landed: it’s not about fitting into some boxed-in version of womanhood. It’s not about heels or makeup or ruffles (though I do love a good flowy dress and a pink moment). For me, femininity is softness and strength. It’s laughing too loud, caring too deeply, crying when your heart breaks, and rising again in grace. It’s holding space for others and bringing life into the room—not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually, too.
One of my favorite verses, Proverbs 11:25, says, “A generous person will prosper; whoever refreshes others will be refreshed.” That’s the kind of woman I want to be—the kind who refreshes others. And as moms, we set the tone. We show our daughters what it looks like to be strong, kind, bold, and beautifully feminine all at once.
In a world that often pits women against each other, we’ve got to flip the script. Ephesians 4:29 says, “Don’t let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up.” We don’t need to tear down to feel seen—we rise higher when we lift others up.
Palm Sunday’s coming up, and I can’t help but picture Jesus riding in on a donkey, welcomed by waving branches and shouts of praise. What if we welcomed one another like that? With joy and honor and celebration. Next time you see a woman walking into the room—whether it’s a friend, coworker, or fellow mama—wave your figurative palm branch and cheer her on: “Arrive, queen! Slay the day!” 🌿
So yeah, I might be a “girly girl” in my daughter’s eyes—but I’m owning it. It reminds me to show up fully, love boldly, and keep lifting others along the way. God didn’t make a single one of us by accident. He handcrafted us, with purpose and intention.
Let’s lead our daughters by living it out loud—showing them that being a woman isn’t a limitation. It’s a gift. A calling. A holy kind of power wrapped in beauty and grit.
And we rise best when we rise together.
