Having four daughters is a gift; a blessing I wouldn’t trade for anything. I love the bond of sisterhood and understanding how my children are wired in ways my husband will never fully comprehend.
On the other hand, it’s a lot of pressure. That’s how I feel at least. Being the same-sex parent makes me the primary role model, the standard of what a grown woman should be. If I were perfect, I’d be OK with this. But seeing that I have countless flaws, bad habits and tendencies I’m not proud of ... Well, suffice it to say I don’t want my girls to grow up just like me. I want them to be better than me.
I want my good qualities to stick and my bad qualities to roll off. When they leave my nest at age 18, I want them unscarred by our mother-daughter battles, so strong in their identity that any negative remarks I make in weak moments won’t dig under their skin so deeply they’ll need a lifetime of therapy to recover.
Problem is, I can’t choose what rubs off. For better or worse, my influence is a package deal. Even if my daughters make a conscious effort not to be like me, I’m their default setting. I’m the voice they’ll carry around in their head their entire lives.
They can learn to tune my voice out, but a part of them will still want to listen because deep down daughters want their mother’s approval. Deep down, they care what we think.
Right now my daughters are young — age 11 and younger — and somewhat under my spell. I could feed them nonsense, and they’d buy it because I’m all they know. I’m their normal. Eventually they’ll compare notes with friends and understand how differently everyone is raised, but until then, they’re in my bubble, captive to whatever I pass on.
To be honest, this frightens me a little. I don’t want to abuse my power or channel it the wrong way because the scary truth of raising daughters is that we mothers hold an important key: the key to their emotions. Until they’re old enough to take their key back, we can drive them any direction we choose.
We can drive them forward, backward or straight for a head-on collision. We can take them on a joy ride or white-knuckle the wheel with such control they can’t wait to kick us out of the car.
So what’s a mother to do? How do we nurture strong, loving bonds yet parent with parameters? How do we raise our daughters to be healthy, self-sufficient adults who still want us in their lives as a best friend and mentor?
I think the first step is to take inventory. As the saying goes, “Like mother, like daughter.” A mother’s habits and attitudes are highly contagious, and whatever issues we don’t take care of will affect our girls. Typically when I hear of a strained mother-daughter relationship, it’s because of unhealthy behavior and mindsets that were modeled or passed on.
We moms influence every relationship our daughters have. From food to friends, to boys, to money, to fashion, to God and more, they take cues from us. We’re their role models. We’re their standard of what a grown woman should be.
So when we obsess over appearance, treating outer beauty as the end-all be-all, we teach our daughters to focus on their external scorecard. While this can be a fun pursuit when they’re young, it can hinder their ability to cultivate the rich interior life they’ll need to find joy as adults.
When we social engineer our friendships, choosing friends based on who advances our agenda rather than chemistry, we teach our daughters to build shallow relationships that won’t last. Only real friendships can they bring them the happiness, self-discovery and sense of belonging they crave.
When we’re critical of their weight and flaws as well as our own, we teach them to look in the mirror and notice the imperfections first. This is often the starting point for eating disorders and an unhealthy self-image because how a mother sees her daughter becomes the lens through which she views herself.
When we use or beguile our spouse to get what we want, we teach our daughters that boys should be toyed with. This may work in the dating world, but in marriage, where honesty and respect are paramount, it will backfire.
When we set a bar of perfection, we teach them to be ashamed of their mistakes and scared to fail. We also feed their inner critic, which is already too hard on them.
When we shop with no impulse control, racking up credit card debt our husbands have to figure out, we teach them it’s OK to indulge every whim. Because money is a primary issue couples argue over, why not do our future sons-in-law a favor by teaching fiscal responsibility to our daughters early?
When we conform to the ways of the world, seeking approval from friends before God, we teach them it’s OK to cave to peer pressure when everyone else is.
Mothering daughters isn’t easy, but what a privilege it is. The girls we raise today are to tomorrow’s leaders, mothers and impassioned spirits who will change this world one soul at a time. Our daughters are strong and resilient, but they’re also emotionally vulnerable. They take our words and actions to heart. They reflect long and hard on them.
Let’s protect their hearts and respect the key we hold. Let’s evaluate our powerful influence. Most important, let’s chose love as our overriding emotion. The roads we lead our daughters down today set the stage for roads they’ll choose when they take the wheel, and if our driving force is love — genuine, selfless love — we can rest with some assurance that we’re headed in the right direction.
Kari Kubiszyn Kampakis is a Mountain Brook mom of four with a background in public relations, writing and photography. For more inspiration, join her Facebook community at “Kari Kampakis, Writer” or find her on Twitter. Visit karikampakis.com or contact her at kari@karikampakis.com.