As a mother of three daughters, I have always been extremely proud. I say it like a Jane Austen novel, I call them “my little women,” I just call them “the girls.” Growing up in the era of the Spice Girls and Winona Ryder’s Jo March gave me a fascination with “girl power,” which is something I cherish very much. My husband laughed the day we found out our third child was a girl. “This is so special,” he said. “I don’t know how many people have three girls.” I felt like I had a magic touch. How can I harness all this gorgeous energy?
Having three daughters always feels special, but this time of year, especially during election season, it’s also powerful. powerful. Delightfully menacing. The world loves to laugh at women who love pumpkin spice, decorative gourds and giant skeletons on their front lawns. we are called basic viewing trick or covet practical magic house or dress as sally The nightmare before christmas. Yet all this false energy of exasperation is nothing compared to the anger of women raising their daughters in this country. Having to advocate for ourselves and our girls over and over again, being denied life-saving procedures, what we can and cannot do with our bodies becomes a matter of public debate.
Our love for all things dark and weird, for haunted houses, magic, and the spirits that walk among us, is nothing compared to the real monsters we fight day in and day out. Surely women thrive in the season of potions, spells, meetings and revenge?
Whether it’s the Scarlet Witch in the comic books or the three witches in Macbeth , it’s clear that the world is afraid of magical women. Terrified by our secrets, our desires, and our power. Knowing that they are afraid, and that that fear has burned women like me and my daughters, feels especially poignant in an election year. They want us to feel powerless and scared because they worry about what we can do together.
I look at my three daughters and imagine all the power they have individually, but together. We walked down the dark streets in October, the leaves crunching beneath our feet. My oldest has big plans for her future, and as she recited them, I could see her two younger sisters listening, absorbing it all. Hope and perseverance, and pure joy reserved for your children. Like a bubbling cauldron, she is full of magic and she knows it, and I fear the day someone tries to take it away from her. So in a spooky season, in a world where witches do whatever they want – even the Sanderson sisters leave a path back to their plans after being hanged – I hope she feels That kind of energy.
Maybe this is the power of three people. Three spells, three incantations, three twinkling stars – the number “3” has profound magical power and has played an important role in European folklore as early as the 16th century. When I say I have three daughters, I feel very proud and this season gives me strength. Three girls full of energy, life and courage. Three girls who can stand side by side and in front of each other, using curses to fight each other’s pain. Their love is binding and I see them gaining more and more strength from each other every day – like a spell that only they can see.
Samantha Darby is a senior lifestyle editor Jumpsuit and scary mom And a PTA soccer mom and her husband raising three little women in suburban Georgia. Her pickup truck was always being totaled.
