I can’t speak for the experience of every eldest daughter but here are three lessons I learned about myself from Taylor Swift’s new song “Eldest Daughter.”
Lyric:
I’m never gonna let you down, I’m never gonna leave you out. I’m never gonna break that vow. I’m never gonna leave you now.
Lesson:
As a first-born female I am, by nature, a fiercely loyal person. This is difficult to feel about myself since I have chosen to leave so many times, but it always took me So. Long. To. Leave. It was 17 years before I was ready to leave a mentally unwell mother—my first mirror. It took me 10 years to leave a ministry that was a first family. And it took me 8 years to leave a marriage that was a reprieve from domination. Let me be clear—I was in those systems for far longer. This is how long I spent trying to maneuver around abuse, gender inequity and neglect before I was convinced there was no way to stay. I know so many women who were, like me, overly responsible in our families growing up, who have left spaces, for the sake of those we love, where we overfunction. And it eats at our souls because we are, despite what the story may seem like on the surface, women who want to remain by your side.
Lyric:
Every eldest daughter was the first lamb to the slaughter, so we all dressed up as wolves and we looked fire. But I’m not a bad bitch and this isn’t savage.
Lesson:
Patriarchy requires that I, as a woman emotionally labor for others more than is humanly healthy. Growing up, this meant I learned to sacrifice myself. Eventually, I developed a fierceness to do what was right for my relationships over what was wanted from me, but it meant channeling an untamed (and honestly, sometimes, a bit unhinged) strength. I was a sheep in wolf’s clothing, but was experienced as overly adversarial. I spent so much time trying to explain my motivation in acts of protest and boycott but it left me looking defensive, as if I were an unloving force of destruction.
Even recently, I was in a situationship where I was generously handing the key to the front door of being a part of my life while also refusing any back door way around vulnerable desire. In a final email I was told, “You win.” I was angry for three hours and then deeply sad for three days. I didn’t want to win. This wasn’t, for me, a competition. I don’t enjoy a battle of wills. I was simply fighting for a long-term good, a potential future even if it wasn’t right now. It wasn’t a fight with, it was a fight for.
Lyric:
A beautiful, beautiful time lapse, ferris wheels, kisses and lilacs, that shimmers that innocent light back, like when were young.
Lesson:
My path forward as an eldest daughter isn’t to keep being responsible for the world but to learn a relaxed openness to joy that I’ve never known. This is how I will become a truer home, first for myself, but also for those who have felt unprotected by the wildly violent world we are all surviving.
Your next invitation? Listen to the infectiously light song “Opalite” that every overly burdened person is trying to dance deep into their psyche!