My youngest daughter texted me today to let me know that she needed to talk to just me, alone, without her Dad listening in. She let me know it was about “girl things”. I was delighted and texted her back “I’m a girl!”, which drew an “lol” and laugh from her.
The truth is that I loved being asked to talk about “girl” things—I am still a girl, even if I look every one of my 62 years.