Did you know that if you are a girl in Afghanistan and you try to go to school, you have a high probability of having acid thrown in your face to deter you from trying to get an education?
Did you know that in Congo, they rape little girls, some as little as 1 year old, with the bayonet end of a gun as a daily part of warfare?
Did you know that in India, it is illegal to tell a woman the sex of her baby? Too many mothers and fathers abort baby girls in favor of the baby boy they will try for the next time. A baby girl is an expense, a liability, a waste.
My neighbor, D, has one daughter. She and her husband are well-to-do, educated, sophisticated and smart. They wanted their beautiful little girl. She tells me that her mother-in-law was so disappointed when their daughter was born she rebuked her in the hospital. "Why did you have to have a daughter? I had three sons." Deepakshi tried to tell her that it is actually the male who determines the sex of the baby. "Don't give me that educated bullsh*t," she said, "YOU figure out how to have a boy."
It is 2011. We are scheduled to have our third daughter in the next few days in a country that ranks the top five list of Worst Countries for Women. I would love to have a son one day, but if God gives me fifty daughters, I would be honored to usher them into this world, to celebrate their lives, their gifts, their everything. My daughters are a constant source of joy and awe, every bit as valuable as sons. I am so blessed to be married to a man who gets it, who cherishes and protects his daughters and treats them as dignified princesses worthy of his time and attention and adoration. Please labor with me to celebrate the daughters all over the world who fight every day to learn, to grow, to breath. Please read this, if only just to know what we so easily take for granted.