Once upon a time a baby girl was born.
Boy, were we relieved when we found out you were a girl! Here’s truth #1: I didn’t enjoy it that much when you were inside me, but once you were out and the doc said those three words “it’s a girl!” your Papa and I whooped with joy.
Visions of pink, swirly skirts, glitter, nail polish, braids, Barbies and princesses filled my future and I couldn’t wait. But no, that was not your plan.
Here’s truth #2: I’m more than okay with you not being a girly-girl. In fact, I’m proud that you’re not, in spite of all the branding and stereotyping in society. It’s way cooler that you get to decide who you want to be, what you want to play with, how you want to dress than society and conventions limiting you.
Being you means focusing on your karate because you enjoy the challenge and the structure and you get to work with weapons and to spar against both boys and girls. And you get strong and fierce in the process.
Being you means you can wear leopard print from top to bottom and own it.
Being you means mastering multiplication and reading mystery books and knowing a ridiculous amount of detail about different dog breeds.
Being you means playdates where you play “Rey” and he plays “Finn.”
Being you means loving music. And hating sauce. And adoring your stuffed animals and your “guys”.
Being you means wanting to learn to play the piano, but only after you get your black belt.
Here’s truth #3: I do hope you continue to take care of your long hair so I can continue braiding it. Because it’s the only “girly” thing I get to do with you.
Dear T, please keep on being you.
Because you is the best.
Make 9 your greatest year yet!!