So, when my daughter comes home from school excited about her class' writing journal project which requires the student to decorate her journal with things defining of her and her interests, I immediately sought out from our various nooks various National Geographic magazines we keep on hand. I recalled many had to do with space, and some with horses, and furnished them to my daughter.
This sentiment of mine, that her delightfulness should be known (and not just hers, but her brother's as well, for I care no less for him), carries over into other areas where self-definition can be found manifesting, as in my allowing her her choice in the selection of school clothes, or even in the pride-filled posts on social media I make. It quite literally is an area (her being known, or, as the ancients used to conceive of it, her "name") I am quite fierce about, though I seldom need to be fierce in either its defense or it presentation.
Easily I find the father-heart of God in this, for us.