I wasn’t supposed to be a mom to a girl.
I wasn’t really supposed to be a mom at all, actually.
Not a day goes by that I’m not eternally grateful that not only am I a mom, but I’m a mom to a girl.
When I found out Lovie was a girl, I honestly was a little disappointed. Not a lot. Not even enough to mention, truthfully; but if I’m honest, I would have to reveal that yes, there was a tinge of disappointment that she would not be a he. It’s just that, in the moment the ultrasound tech told us “it was a girl”, I had this vomit-inducing image of all kinds of pink crap. And high-pitched squeals. And dresses, painted nails, Barbie dolls, etc.
Like I said it was sincerely a fleeting moment that was over as soon as I realized that my baby was HEALTHY and that I was going to finally become a mom.
The first year of Lovie’s life was great. I mean, it’s always been great. Of course, there are always moments when it’s exhausting or whatnot but overall, being Lovie’s mom is the absolute greatest gift I’ve ever been given. I feel like I’m the luckiest person in the world having her as my child. And during that first year of her life when she wasn’t able talk much or have opinions of her own, it wasn’t too difficult to avoid the pink invasion I fretted over when I first learned she’d be a Girl.
Then she turned one.
And she got gifted her very first baby doll, which she toted around for months.
And it was the sweetest thing I had ever in all my life seen: My sweet little baby doll loving on her very own baby doll.
Soon it became clear that no matter how neutral we made Lovie’s surroundings, clothes, toys… she was all girl.
She is all girl.
My Lovie is absolutely every single thing I envisioned the moment I found out she was a girl.