It’s spring break and Wyokiddo and I are out playing while Outdoor Guy tends to the birds. Today, she requested we go fishing, so mid-morning we loaded up her Mickey Mouse fishing pole and some worms and we headed out.
The fishing was slow, so Wyokiddo had time to ponder the esoteric.
“Mama, why are there only boys out here?”
I set down my rod and contemplated how to answer her question. Occasionally we’d see a woman fishing in a boat with her husband. But by and large, anytime we were out in the field, it was men, or boys with their dads. Very few little girls, and never just a mom and her daughter.
“Well, some girls haven’t ever had anyone take them fishing,” I tried to explain. “They might live in a city where there isn’t any place to fish, or no one has ever shown them how. And some girls don’t want to fish. They think it’s boring or dirty or gross, or that it’s something only boys should do. They don’t know how much fun it can be!”
Wyokiddo was quiet after that, dividing her attention between her bobber in the water and the ladybug crawling up her arm.
Several minutes later, she looked up at me and squinted against the late morning sun.
“Mama, let’s always be the kind of girls who fish.”
From her lips to God’s ears. No matter where life takes this beautiful little soul, may she always be one of the girls who fish.