My dad has three daughters and he embraced the circumstance. He coached our softball teams and spent countless hours at the batting cages, pitching practice, or just playing catch with us. He went through trainings to became a Girl Scout Leader so he could take our troop camping. He taught us how to change tires, the oil, brakes, pads, and rotors (and occasionally calipers). He taught us how to use tools- both power and hand- to build and fix most small to medium projects. I often wondered if he thought he was lucky to have such “Tom Boys” at home- girls who weren’t too grossed out to gut fish or haul in crab, girls that wore shorts under their sundresses to make it easier to climb trees, ride bikes, and mow the lawn. I often wondered if our life would have been different if you threw a brother in the mix. Would he still have taken the time to teach us girls all those things?

It wasn’t until I was all grown up that I realized the skills he passed on to us were not just things he would have rather done with the boys he never had, but they were important tools we needed in life to become independent women. And he knew what he was doing. To this day, we aren’t afraid of getting dirty, or looking under the hood. We can survive in the woods, and fix our toilets, and drive manual cars- should the occasion arise. Even though my dad was the “Mr. Fix-it” and “Project Manager” in our home growing up, he consciously passed that hat onto us girls. Thanks dad, for all that you did so that we could learn to do for ourselves!