You know I never blink an eye anymore when, after finding out I have 3 girls, someone asks if I'm going to try for a boy. If I try for anything it will be a healthy baby, I'll leave the rest in better hands. But I have to admit that sometimes, when no one is looking, I roll my eyes heavenward and ask "Just what were you thinking?" Here's a few reasons why...
-I do not know how to french braid, can barely braid, and am awkward with a curling iron. If I had my way my girls would sport cute pixie haircuts until they could style their hair themselves.
-I have no problem with my girls getting dirty. If they get dirty I'm more likely to give them a high five than to tell them they should not be making mud pies in their white pants.
-When my daughter tells me she would rather play football during recess than participate in "cheerleader" tryouts I can't help but feel relieved and proud.
-I can be dramatic, I've had plenty of drama over the years. But take that and multiply it by 3 more females and well, that is just too much drama. Even for a theater troupe.
-I don't do nails. If I actually get mine done, which is an annual thing, I'm thankful for the pampering, but know if I actually tried to paint my own it would be a mess.
-Crying a little is okay, a lot is not. The phrase from one of my favorite movies run through my head, "There is no crying in baseball." I want to borrow that quote and make my own like "Hey, there's no crying at home, or in the car, or in the grocery, or ...." well you get the idea.
But even though my girly qualities are limited, somehow God has granted me with three beautiful girls, who have just the right balance of feminine charm and tomboyish qualities. And Little One reminds me everyday of who she is as she prances about the house on tip toe repeating, "I'm a girl." Yes, you are and aren't I lucky!!