I'm gonna tell you something my mother told me, and you're not gonna like it. Everything is different now. All of the boys you used to outrun and out wrestle, that's all done, and they're gonna look at you differently, see you differently. And they're gonna look at you like you're less; like you're somehow weaker today than you were yesterday. You're not due. You're stronger than all of them because if men were responsible for giving birth human race wouldn't last two generations. But after treating you like you're weaker long enough, you start to believe it too. It's why I'm gonna hard on you, honey. I have to turn you into a man, that most men will never be, and I'm sorry in advance for doing it because you gonna hate it, sweetheart. I know I did. But I look back, and I know my mother was right. It was the best gift she ever gave me, now I have to give it to you.
Yellowstone
