Let Her Be Sacred: A Father’s Prayer for Our Daughters

i pray these words reach you in peace, in compassion, and in the quiet understanding that they come not from judgment—but from love.

Not long ago, i sat in the bleachers watching my daughters play volleyball. Like every parent, i felt joy, pride, and gratitude.

But as the cheers echoed and the lights shone bright, a deeper silence began to whisper.

Not a silence of sound—but of conscience.

Because while our daughters rose to play with all their hearts, i could not ignore what i saw unfolding across so many fields, courts, and stages around the world:

young girls are being shaped by a culture that confuses visibility with value, and worth with appearance.

This is not anyone’s fault alone.

We are all part of the same current—a society that sometimes forgets that the truest beauty cannot be seen with the eyes, but only with the soul.

i write these words not to accuse, not to stir conflict, but to humbly ask for reflection.

To ask that, together, we look again at what we are teaching the children who will one day lead this world.

Because every daughter, every young soul, deserves to be seen not for what she reveals, but for who she truly is—

a reflection of divine intention, a creation of light and purpose.

We are not merely raising children; we are nurturing temples.

Sacred beings who carry within them the future of humanity.

And if we, as caretakers, do not protect their innocence, who will?

This letter is not rebellion—it is remembrance.

Not condemnation—but compassion.

Not blame—but a prayer.

For the coaches and policymakers who make decisions, may wisdom guide your hearts.

For the artists, creators, and brands who shape the culture, may conscience lead your craft.

For every parent who watches from the stands—may courage whisper louder than comfort.

Let her run in strength.

Let her sweat in peace.

Let her compete without shame.

Let her be fierce without fear.

Let her be radiant without risk.

Let her be sacred—always.

To those who might disagree, i offer only peace.

i understand the weight of this world, and how complex these systems can be.

My plea is not against anyone—but for everyone.

Because when our daughters are honored, all of humanity is elevated.

i do not write as a critic of society, but as a father—one voice among many, praying that we remember what truly matters before it is too late.

So may this be received not as a protest, but as a prayer.

Not as resistance, but as remembrance.

For when love speaks gently, even the hardest hearts can hear.

And may every child—every princess, every future queen—know that she was created sacred, and nothing in this world can take that away.

With gratitude and reverence,

Alton Arrington Sr.

..𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒’𝓈 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎

A concerned father

An advocate of dignity

A voice for the voiceless