I’m slightly ashamed to say that it’s her first cape. Her closet is littered with princess dresses. So many, in fact, that I’ve had to come up with creative solutions to store them. But a cape was something she’s never had. It kind of surprises me when I think about it. I like to think I’m the mom raising her to admire strength and feel empowered to do anything she wants. But sometimes I drop the ball and do what’s easy. She’s a girly girl and easily defaults to covering herself in jewelry and constantly switching out nail polish. I don’t mind that because I’m the same way but I want her to embrace so much more than just her beauty. I want to raise a fierce woman who stands up for what she believes in. So when we got this cape as a party favor recently, I was excited for her. Excited of the reminder that I’m helping grow a little Wonder Woman. She hasn’t wanted to take her cape off since getting it. I’ve let her even wear it to church. I love seeing thus may every time she puts it on, she’s ready to take on the world.