Recently, I purchased a copy of The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan, because I felt like it was one of those required reading books for being a feminist.
On Friday, after I situated all the children with lunch, and desperately begged my sons (5 & 3) to take a nap, I came back in my bedroom to find my 23-month-old daughter sitting on my bed “reading” my copy of The Feminine Mystique.
Of course at two she can’t truly read, but she was flipping the pages, minding her own business, content as a cucumber.
Which is when I got on Facebook and shared this picture with the caption:
That moment… when you find your daughter, sitting on your bed, with a copy of The Feminine Mystique in her hands… That my friends, is priceless.
Priceless. Absolutely priceless.
I couldn’t have been more proud in that moment.