A friend of mine asked if I would write something about little girls. Writing about having boys seems to come a little more naturally after having three in a row. I was excited to write about our daughter though. After all, we never thought we would be blessed enough to have her.
What happened when I sat to write however, surprised me. My mind went blank.
You see, when I think of a little girl, a memory comes to mind.
Years ago, Adam and I were at the beach with the boys. We had all but given up hope on having a little girl. We watched as a sweet baby girl from some other family was playing calmly. She sat adorably beside her parents, building sandcastles and having fun with her toys.
Just as I tried to imagine what it would be like to have a little girl, the peaceful moment was abruptly halted by the remnants of flying sand balls. Our boys were laughing wildly as they blasted each other with balls of wet sand and tore across the beach.
When I became pregnant for the fourth and final time, we went to the ultrasound with the complete expectation of a fourth sandblaster. When the woman performing the ultrasound looked at us and smiled though, it was just about the hardest I've ever cried in my life. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't wait to finally dress a baby girl from head to toe in pink and cover her in ribbons and bows. I would have painted her toenails and dipped her in glittery sparkles in the delivery room if they would have let me. We were going to have a girl. A sweet, loving, sandcastle building...girl.
What I didn't think of in the midst of my unicorn, fairy princess planning process of her life...was that she would have three big brothers.
Therein lies my dilemma.
It's difficult for me to write about what it's like to have a little girl because as most of the other little girls are playing at the park and delicately going down the slide (the right way - as I've been told) our little one has already flipped over, run around and is hanging upside down with her brothers.
I've literally had moms gasp or try to get my attention when she climbs up too high on something. I've even seen a mom run over to try to help her off of a structure, then drop her jaw as Lauren jumped off and ran away with crazy Ninja cat like reflexes.
Little Princess Girl she is not. Warrior Princess...maybe.
You know, at the end of the day, I kind of like that though. As much as I thought that I wanted Magic Fairies to flutter around her every move, I'm glad that she's exactly who she is. She's the girl in a tu tu playing basketball with her brothers and I wouldn't have her any other way...Sandblasters and all.
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What happened when I sat to write however, surprised me. My mind went blank.
You see, when I think of a little girl, a memory comes to mind.
Years ago, Adam and I were at the beach with the boys. We had all but given up hope on having a little girl. We watched as a sweet baby girl from some other family was playing calmly. She sat adorably beside her parents, building sandcastles and having fun with her toys.
Just as I tried to imagine what it would be like to have a little girl, the peaceful moment was abruptly halted by the remnants of flying sand balls. Our boys were laughing wildly as they blasted each other with balls of wet sand and tore across the beach.
When I became pregnant for the fourth and final time, we went to the ultrasound with the complete expectation of a fourth sandblaster. When the woman performing the ultrasound looked at us and smiled though, it was just about the hardest I've ever cried in my life. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't wait to finally dress a baby girl from head to toe in pink and cover her in ribbons and bows. I would have painted her toenails and dipped her in glittery sparkles in the delivery room if they would have let me. We were going to have a girl. A sweet, loving, sandcastle building...girl.
What I didn't think of in the midst of my unicorn, fairy princess planning process of her life...was that she would have three big brothers.
Therein lies my dilemma.
It's difficult for me to write about what it's like to have a little girl because as most of the other little girls are playing at the park and delicately going down the slide (the right way - as I've been told) our little one has already flipped over, run around and is hanging upside down with her brothers.
I've literally had moms gasp or try to get my attention when she climbs up too high on something. I've even seen a mom run over to try to help her off of a structure, then drop her jaw as Lauren jumped off and ran away with crazy Ninja cat like reflexes.
Little Princess Girl she is not. Warrior Princess...maybe.
You know, at the end of the day, I kind of like that though. As much as I thought that I wanted Magic Fairies to flutter around her every move, I'm glad that she's exactly who she is. She's the girl in a tu tu playing basketball with her brothers and I wouldn't have her any other way...Sandblasters and all.
If you like our little blog, Please click the picture of this Mama. Thank You!
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