We recently went to a birthday party for one of my girlfriend's daughter. As guests arrived, little girls were outfitted with tutus and crowns. Clementine, my oldest, stood awkwardly in the middle of the room tugging at her tutu while 3-year-old fairy ballerinas danced around her.
Watching her I realized why she wasn't joining in—at 2.5 years old, she had no idea what a ballerina was, that they wear tutus or that you are supposed to twirl while wearing one.
That's when I realized something else: This mom of girls thing? I'm totally unprepared.
As a newlywed struck by baby fever, I never pictured myself as a mom of girls. I daydreamed of dumps trucks and dinosaurs. I imagined myself decorating my infant's nursery in blue and rough-housing with my toddler. Princesses and headbands seemed better suited for a different kind of mom.
But a few years down the road, and here I am, a mom of two girls born less than two years apart. Now, I know better than to believe that the stereotypes are always true (In fact, Clementine has a thing for dinosaurs lately). I think my girls are the best, but I must confess: There are still some things I just wasn't prepared for like ...
For me, princesses are the equivalent to that obnoxious toy you keep telling your kids is broken even though you really just threw away the batteries. Try as I might to avoid tiaras and ball gowns, they still manage to infiltrate our house and catch my toddler's eye. Princesses seem to catching on in our home. I'm trying to get in touch with my girly side but I'm still feeling way out of my element.
Don't get me wrong, parenting daughters is not one-size-fits-all. I'm brushing off the guilt ... and reminding myself that there are bigger things to focus on.
2. All that hair
My own frizzy curls are hard enough to manage, and most days I would prefer to skip make up. Now, I am responsible for the hair attached to two wiggly little girls—not to mention, the hundreds of bows, headbands and clips that come with the territory are now scattered throughout every inch of our house.
Thankfully my toddler hasn't caught the 'Frozen' bug just yet. You moms listening to "Let It Go" for the thousandth time? Hats off to you. I couldn't do it.
4. Tiny Fashion
When did little girls' clothes get to be so ... fabulous? Call me crazy, but I prefer my kids look like kids. I'm skipping the rhinestones, sequins, zebra stripes and furry vests and opting for jeans shorts and puppy dog tees for my girls.
5. Toddler Emotions
Public displays of emotion make me squirm, and I have a very low tolerance for whining. Now, I don't exactly have a heart of stone, but this is an area where I need some work. Can someone send some tips my way on dealing with a threenager with compassion and patience, please?
Don't get me wrong, parenting daughters is not one-size-fits-all. I'm brushing off the guilt over messy hair and princess phobia and reminding myself that there are bigger things to focus on when you are raising girls. If they grow up to be compassionate and independent women, I will think we will have done all right. My girls each have their own personality and style, and I definitely wasn't prepared for how fun it would be to watch them grow into their tiara wearing, dinosaur obsessed selves.