Latch, Laugh, and Repeat

The other day, I looked up and saw my daughter—hair tangled, feet dirty, completely absorbed in a game only she understood. No schedule. No rules. No adult direction. Just her, fully alive in her own little world.

And in that moment, I thought:

This. This is exactly who I want her to be.

In a world that often tells girls to be quiet, tidy, polished, and pretty, we’re raising ours to be something else entirely.

We’re raising wild girls—girls who are deeply connected to the earth, who aren’t afraid to get messy, and who feel free to explore, fall, climb, dig, and howl if they need to.

What We Mean When We Say “Wild”

“Wild” doesn’t mean out of control or unmanageable.

It means free. Rooted. Untamed in the best, most sacred way.

It’s girlhood without constant correction.

It’s giving her space to lead the play instead of handing her a glittery script.

It’s trusting her curiosity and instincts—even when it means wet socks, scraped knees, and a bathtub full of dirt at the end of the day.

Too often, girlhood gets boxed in.

Plastic kitchens. Quiet voices. Matching bows.

So much polish. So much performance.

But her wildness? It’s still there—buried beneath the expectations.

All we have to do is make space for it.

The Magic of Unstructured Play

When we stop filling every minute and let our daughters lead with imagination, something incredible happens.

They become more confident. They regulate their own emotions. They take healthy risks, solve problems, and move in ways their growing bodies crave.

I’ve had to unlearn my own reflexes—to clean up, to redirect, to rush things along.

These days, I pause before saying, “Don’t do that,” and ask myself:

Why not? What would happen if I just let her be?

More often than not, she doesn’t need redirection—she just needs freedom.

How We Make Room for Wildness at Home

Our home isn’t pristine—it’s a space built for movement, curiosity, and yes, chaos.

We’ve got climbing towers, a bounce house, and even a jumparoo—all inside the house. Because sometimes the weather doesn’t cooperate, and sometimes wildness needs a roof.

We let her get messy, without apology.

And we try (really try!) to join in—to say yes to splashing, to climbing, to crawling right into her world instead of standing back and supervising it.

Keeping the Wild Heart Alive

I don’t know yet what it looks like to raise a wild teenager, but I hope what we’re doing now lays the foundation.

We’re teaching her that her wildness isn’t something to “grow out of.”

It’s something to grow with. Something to trust. To honor. To carry forward as she becomes a young woman.

Because girls who grow up wild learn to trust themselves.

They learn how to say no. How to lead. How to rest when they’re tired and run when they need to feel free.

To the Parent Wondering If You’re Doing It Right

If you’re raising a daughter and sometimes wonder if you’re getting it right—

especially when she’s loud, or muddy, or testing every boundary—

I want to tell you: you’re doing sacred work.

Let her be wild.

Let her be free.

Let her be exactly who she was born to be.

And if you’re walking this same path—barefoot, dirt under your fingernails—

I’d love to hear about your wild girl.

Let’s cheer each other on.