Friday, September 20, 2013

September 20: Five Minute Friday- SHE

I'm linking up again with Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday. You should check it out, it's a nice way to take a deep breath and just WRITE. Here's her intro:
"1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word. (On your blog or in the comments).
2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog footer}.
3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you.
It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week."

The prompt for today is SHE.


She. I still remember the day I found out I was having a girl. It was July, 2005, my mama was visiting for this specific event. Nick was deployed. I KNEW I was having a girl, but I was nervous to find out if anyone else agreed. I'd worked the night before, then headed down and met my mom in radiology.

It's a girl.  A GIRL. A daughter.

We went to Fridays to celebrate. I was exhausted. We went to the beach after and I slept for a few hours and dreamed about my daughter. MY DAUGHTER. Pink everywhere. Curls. I didn't know that not every single girl gets curls. Despite the fact that there's NEVER once been a curl on my head.

Would she love me? My own mother and I did NOT get along very well during the teenage years.  Would my daughter treat me that way?

Would she be safe? Would she be pretty? Although I worried God (and society) would smite me down for entertaining the thought, I wanted her to be pretty.  Life is hard, and being ugly just adds more stress.  Life is just a teeny tiny bit easier if you can blend in, fade back as 'just another' instead of 'holy shit, look at her.' Does that make me an awful mother? Probably. I don't mind too much.

Would she be calm, or agitated like her mother? Would she be smart?

Would she make good decisions? Some things are just so much harder for girls than boys. Would she have sex too young? No one seems to care when boys do it, but it's so devastating for girls.  Would she have to bear a broken heart? Would she lay on a table one day and hear the amazing words- it's a girl? Would she have these worries? Would she cry?

She wouldn't-

DING. Time's up.

1 comment:

  1. I have to tell you I had the same worries about both of my girls. Luckily, my older daughter is tough as nails and my youngest did get curls! Visiting from FMF :)