The Power of Language
My little girly loves pulling my pants up and down. She loves seeing me naked. She points enthusiastically and says GINEY! (sounds like ‘heinie’ but with a ‘G’ - a less starchy version of vagina). I smile. I stand softly in the presence of her unadulterated curiosity.
She touches sometimes, enthralled and delighted by the folds and softness. I smile and marvel with her: “That’s Mama’s body, baby. That’s my pussy. I say pussy because I like that word a lot. It feels very powerful to me and this is a powerful place on my body. It’s where you came from. Isn’t it beautiful?” Her eyes sparkle and she’s satisfied with that. She traipses off to find a book or climb on top of a table.
When she sits on the ground alone and explores her own body, she’s equally delighted. “Giney!” she smiles and we smile back at her. We’ve offered her other words and this is the one she’s chosen; her first taste of claiming language. We give her space and time to be with her body, to look at it and touch it and get to know it on her own terms. She’s one and a half years old and already her relationship to her girlhood, to her womanhood, to the eventual seat of her pleasure, is being defined.
I had a friend ask if this kind of thing was normal or if it was the result of my pussyrific ways. The answer is probably both. My child is curious as all children are. And because I believe in her body’s wisdom, because I believe in pleasure, because I believe in girls and women owning the world between their legs, my heart is open to her exploring and discovering herself.
I don’t think of it as me encouraging her or pushing the matter. I see it instead as holding space for her expansion into the wholeness of herself. The body is each woman’s way into the fullness of her power. There’s no shame, no pressure, no awkwardness or holding back. In our family, it’s a simple truth: She is a girl-child. One day she’ll be a woman. Her potential for pleasure and creativity, for power and wisdom, is inherent. Her body is the source of much greatness. Might as well start the reverence, the love, the sheer delight, now.