The farmer\u2019s market is a magical place, full of flowers and beef and freshly snapped green beans. Vendors really want you to eat from the mountain of blueberries and try a sample of that gluten free sourdough and meet the goat that made the cheese. The Saturday morning market will always be sacred because it was the first place we took all our kids as a freshly hatched family of five once our twins finally graduated from the NICU.<\/p>\n

They were tiny \u2013 smaller than the organic sweet potatoes. You could see sweet little old ladies fighting the urge to touch their pink bald heads. On that first outing we ate strawberry donuts from the food truck, drank all the iced coffee because I was so tired my edges were blurry, and stayed all of twenty minutes.<\/p>\n

When we went back this summer season, it was a different world, and three years farther down the road. We were\u00a0a banded force now. Our family of five moved en masse like Army Rangers. We weren\u2019t feeling each other out anymore. The twins were threenagers and thrived on havoc. They careened ahead of us and their older brother, bouncing off the legs of other pedestrians like deranged fidget spinners. They ate every single sample, including wrinkly kale leaves as big as their heads. (Meanwhile, at home, I can\u2019t get them to touch a vegetable that isn\u2019t microwaved and covered in Velveeta.)<\/p>\n

Music and hunger drew us to the covered picnic tables away from the sun and hordes of people. It was nice to eat hot dogs and listen to the hipster in his Wayfarers picking some tunes on his acoustic guitar. Then came the encore and dessert. What is summer without popsicles? What is life really, without popsicles?<\/p>\n

So, I shelled out what would have bought a twenty-four pack of Fudgsicles at Publix for one mango and one raspberry lime \u201cgourmet\u201d popsicle. The verdict? In 80 degree heat and 150 percent humidity, it was worth it. This is when it happened \u2013 the moment that made me so fiercely proud and fearful for my daughter I might as well have stepped outside my body to hover a foot or so in the air. I was future me looking down at current me telling me to handle this right, or else.<\/p>\n

Neither kid wanted the raspberry lime flavor \u2013 too \u201cadult\u201d they said with scrunched-up faces like they had stepped in dog poo. \u201cYes,\u201d I wanted to say, \u201csometimes adulting is a lot like a warm pile of dog poo.\u201d Instead I handed over the mango pop. My son got it first. Because they are so conditioned to share (that twin thing again), his sister didn\u2019t protest. But I wish you could have seen the look on her face. Her little hands framed the stubborn set of her jaw as she eyed that popsicle like tiger\u2019s prey. She scrutinized the orange rivulets running down her brother\u2019s chin, measuring its diminishing stature by millimeters and seconds until her turn.<\/p>\n

Look at that face.<\/p><\/div>\n

I watched that face as the music tilted up for a final breezy refrain and I memorized it. There\u2019s going to come a time in her life when the girls around her will be pushing their food from corner to corner on the lunch tray, hiding it under napkins and in trash bins, and pinching the skin on their bellies and thighs.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s going to come a time when that extra sample at Costco or the farmer\u2019s market will not feel so free of the \u201cweight\u201d of societal pressures.<\/p>\n

Unless \u2013 and here was my out-of-body moment \u2013 unless I work with all I\u2019ve got to show her just how fierce she needs to be. I will give her Wonder Woman and Oprah and Ellen and Sonia Sotomayor and Maya Angelou and Virginia Woolf.<\/p>\n

I will educate and encourage and, perhaps most importantly, eat every popsicle and free sample, too. Because I don\u2019t want her to lose that fierceness. Food is meant to bring vitality. It\u2019s why we first celebrated the summer solstice \u2013 to give thanks for the midsummer height of harvest and the provisions that will keep us humming for another season. Our bodies are designed to use every single morsel we give them to create energy that will motor us to our next creative or physical endeavor. I want her mind to be sharp, fueled by a well-nourished intellect. I want my daughter to be able to kick a soccer ball and write an essay and argue with the best of them.<\/p>\n

And if her face, in the moment waiting for her turn, was a character study in ferocity, you should have seen the bliss when she took her first bite. Mango meets ice meets summer meets girl \u2013 a memory to keep. She will carry that feeling with her, the untroubled joy of it, like an amulet.<\/p>\n

And if she forgets, in the jungle of tween and teen years, I\u2019ll be there to remind her.<\/p>\n

*Reviewing life with Meg<\/a> and Thinking Out Loud with Amanda<\/a>. This article originally appeared on Parent.co.<\/a><\/p>\n

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