Twenty years ago.
You remember it like it was yesterday.
You did not find out what you were having with any of your pregnancies. You already had a boy, and you so badly wanted a girl. But, despite your heart’s desire, you remember praying, “You better give me another boy. I wouldn’t know what to do with a girl.”
Full disclosure: you were terrified of having a girl. You were worried you wold get a girly-girl, and you knew that you did not have the patience to deal with high maintenance. What if she liked frills, lace, and all shades of pink? What if she was preoccupied with her dolls, her make-up, and her social scene as real life swept right by her? What if she had no opinion and could not make decisions? What if she was overly concerned about what other people thought and stressed about living up to the expectations of others? You were terrified of having a truly prim and proper pushover who was only sugar and spice and everything nice.
Your daughter, however, is the