Two weeks ago I announced my first ever blog series.
I asked for guest posts from those who wanted to share about being a girl mom. You can write about your daughter, what you love about being a girl mom, life as a girl mom, a letter to your daughter, your favorite mother daughter activities. Anything and everything that highlights your life as a mom of a girl(s). Your response has been overwhelming. What started out as twice a month has turned into every week for the next 4 months and I am still scheduling after that.
Thank you! Before it’s beginning this series is already a success because of you! If you have yet to sign up but would like to get involved you can do so by filling out this survey.
Meet My Girls
Marissa Renea: first grader, 6 years old, biggest dimples I have ever seen, amazing reader, motherly instincts beyond her years, super inquisitive, my mini me in spirit but she looks just like her daddy.
Emily Elizabeth: pre-k, just turned 4, a girl of many expressions, curly haired cutie, super snugly, so smart she scares me, my free spirited creative child. Who also looks like daddy.
There are many things in life I imagined. Marriage and kids were probably always at the top of the list. I always imagined two children however I never expected both of them to be wearing pink.
I was just so sure she would be a he.
My pregnancy with M was less than ideal I had issues with placenta previa for the first 20 weeks. The worst of the episodes landed us in the ER all night around 18 weeks. Hours after arriving we were finally able to see a Dr. and find out our baby was okay. I never expected for her to ask if we wanted to know the gender. I just “knew” it was a boy and I couldn’t have been any more surprised when she said I was wrong.
Fast forward a couple years. I can vividly remember going for an early gender reveal appointment at 16 weeks with Emily. I stopped Russ in the parking lot and said “You know it’s a girl right.” When she said the famous words “It’s a girl” I grinned and cried. This time my gut was actually right.
I felt overwhelmingly blessed. Not only were we getting daughters, they would have a sister a best friend. Something that I always imagined would be wonderful, but had never pictured as a part of my life.
And it is wonderful.
Being a girl mom is everything I expected and so many things that I didn’t.
I never knew that pink was a neutral color.
That glitter truly is evil and a princess dress can leave your cars sparkling for months.
The level of drama on a daily basis over what color your spoon is can be Oscar worthy.
My 4 year old can provide me with great fashion advice.
The amount of clothes. SO, many, clothes.
When I want to paint my toes, that almost always means painting 20 more.
That someone would imitate me, simple boring stay at home me.
I don’t have a career or a glamorous life style. My home is not perfect, my clothes are not trendy, some days I don’t even brush my hair. But they look at me and they tell me I am beautiful, that I am as pretty as a princess. They see me in a way that I have never seen myself and love me despite all of my many imperfections
I always expected to love them to the moon and back, but the way they love me has completely blown my mind.
They have taught me so much about what it means to truly love.
Two girls, so much pink. Dress up, pretend food, dolls and my daily dose of drama.
Never what I imagined but exactly what I need.
I thank God for the gift of these beautiful girls every day.