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6 Years Old: No Longer Strange or Hairy

February 29, 2012

The Girl is very competitive.  Everything has to be fair.  If it isn’t fair, she’s fine with it as long as she has the edge.  With her birthday being Friday, I’m sure you can understand why I had to write about her.

I never thought I’d have a girl.  I pictured myself as a mom of boys.  When I was pregnant with The Boy, I was pretty sure that he was a boy.  We didn’t find out during our second pregnancy either, and I was very sure that I was having a boy.  I doubted the “it’s a girl!” announcement immediately following her birth.  I asked “are you sure?”  Of course they were.

She does things in her own way, in her own time.  She was born five weeks early.  She struggled to breathe at first, but once she did, she let out a perfect little squeal, letting us know that she was ok.  She hasn’t really shut up since.

With The Boy, the bond was immediate.  I can’t explain why, but it took a little longer with The Girl.  Sometimes I’m afraid to admit that, as it might appear that I loved her less or didn’t like her as much.  That couldn’t be further from the truth.  I knew I loved her, and I thought she was the most beautiful (and hairy!) baby girl I’d ever seen.  I just didn’t feel it yet.

The circumstances surrounding her birth were a bit unusual.  I was sick in the days before her birth, and because she was so early, we weren’t quite prepared for her.  The Man was sick after she was born, so he couldn’t be with me in the hospital.  I didn’t see The Boy much during those days, and when I did, he was scared of being in the hospital.

So The Girl and I hung out.  At one point, I turned away all visitors.  They may not have understood then, but I hoped they would someday.  This person and I were strangers.  I needed to get to know my baby.

Eventually I did, and I realized the love that I knew was there.  It just took a little longer with her.  In her own time.

She is hilarious.  She keeps us laughing with her many faces, voices, accents, and dances.  Lately she’s on a Rue McClanahan southern accent kick.  She lays it on thick and syrupy, and we all crack up.  She learned how to raise one eyebrow, whistle, and blow a bubble long before her brother did.  Did I mention that she’s competitive?  I think she lies in bed every night practicing stupid human tricks, so she can be the most impressive girl on the block.  I am impressed.

She loves to learn, and there are so many things I can’t wait to teach her.   She will help in the kitchen, but she hates to clean her room.  She actually thinks her room is clean if everything is shoved under the bed.  Ask my dad.  She comes by that honestly.

I’ll remind her every day that she’s beautiful, in spite of the carefully chosen sparkly shoes or neat little braids.  I’ll help her pick out the perfect dress for her first dance, and explain that not all boys are that mean.   I’ll promise to love her, laugh with her (and at her!  I’m not a total softy!), support her, and help her when she asks.  I’ll let her go when she’s ready and have to watch from afar.

She may like to talk back, and she’ll manufacture a tear for sympathy, but she is the sweetest babygirl.  Thank goodness that, although she’s turning six, she still loves a snuggle with her mama.  I wouldn’t say that I hope that never changes; that would raise the creep factor quite a bit.  I just hope we still have many years before she thinks I’m not cool.   I’ll try not to hover.  If she acts like she doesn’t know me, I’ll play along, but deep down, I’ll know that we’re not really strangers anymore.  Happy birthday, little girl.

5 Comments leave one →
  1. February 29, 2012 4:52 pm

    Girls just…..are. Happy Birthday to all of you!

  2. Stephanie permalink
    February 29, 2012 5:54 pm

    I loved reading this! So sweet and so much of this sounds too familiar. Have a fun Birthday!!!!

  3. Gillian Hayes permalink
    March 1, 2012 11:49 am

    I am so in love with that picture! Happy birthday!

  4. Crystal permalink
    March 1, 2012 11:53 am

    Maybe I’ve still got some pregnancy crapp running through me but… Tears! So well said.

  5. Mandi permalink
    March 1, 2012 3:02 pm

    So so good! I think I say this everytime, but this one is my favorite!!! I have my Hannah I can relate 🙂

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