The day I found out my second child was going to be a girl was a massive mix of emotions.
But then I got super excited. A girl! My girl. Someone to craft with, to dress in pink, a calm child…
Yeah okay stepford wife!
The reality is a bit different. Okay she’s only 14 months but she is not this placid little thing I was promised.
And that’s the thing, 95% of people who found out I was having a girl assured me, “girls are much easier… far calmer as toddlers!”
I call bullshit.
Sure, she’s different to her brother. Easier? Maybe… But calm is not in the list of words I would use to describe her.
And yep, she loves craft- and by craft I mean sitting at her table with ONE SPECIFIC PEN and a piece of paper ripping the absolute crap out of it with the tip. And heaven forbid she drops said pen…
She is rough. She is a force. She knows what she wants and she screams if she doesn’t get it. And I don’t mean cry, I mean high-pitched-short-burst screams!
She wears pink, sure. In her cycle of three outfits per day due to mud, pens and poop, pink tends to get a rotation. But I’ve long given up trying to ‘pretty’ her up. She needs play clothes, because heaven forbid her attire restrict her desire to play all.the.time!
Watching her develop into a little human is just amazing. My eyes are so wider the second time around. She is really going to be a force- much like O.
And whilst it would be far easier to have a placid little thing who is just content with whatever I decide to do… I wouldn’t change a hair on her head.
Easy/schmeasy I don’t want a perfect little lady I want my kids to leave their stamp on the world.
And boy, do they leave quite the impression everywhere they go!