By Missy Enaje
She was just a little girl holding her daddy’s hands and looking into his eyes. It was a special day. What did she see?
She first saw a young boy playing in the baseball fields with his friends, dreaming about the major leagues. Until the day he got his heart broken at the middle school dance when the girl of his dreams didn’t remember his name. She saw intelligence aligned with rebellion. High school pep rallies with all the stands screaming his name. The young boy was a young man and even though he had a thing for the young girls, he was reinforced that in order to be a man it takes tenderness and discipline, tenderness and discipline.
Blinking twice, she saw her daddy who was holding her hands and looking into her eyes. It was a special day. What did he see?
He saw a young girl preparing for her First Communion. He saw fireworks the day she passed her high school exams, dreaming about the day she would become an engineer. Until the day she got her heart broken at the high school dance when the boy of her dreams didn’t remember her name. He saw intelligence aligned with fierce rebellion. Hiding behind the bleachers during high school pep rallies to put on makeup that he didn’t think she ever needed. The young girl was becoming a young woman and even though she had a thing for the young boys, she was reinforced that to be a woman, it takes tenderness and discipline, tenderness and discipline.