I always thought I wanted to be the mom of girls. And then I had Lincoln, and I was certain happiness was a gaggle of boys. Now sweet Adelaide is here, and I’m a bit intimidated by the thought of raising a strong, confident, humble, gracious, empowered, kind woman. It is a good thing they start out so little, in need of only love and milk, so I have time to figure out the rest.
It might just be the post partum hormones (and I thought pregnancy hormones were real!), but I was tearing up while watching this Always #LikeAGirl – Keep Playing video on youtube with Ben and thinking of our little Elle. Growing up, I never felt like I couldn’t do something, couldn’t be good at something, because I was a girl (other than maybe football and wrestling…but I think that had less to do with being a girl and more with being me). I’m not sure how my parents taught me that, but I hope I can pass it on. I hope Adelaide knows that she can do anything she sets her mind to, and that whatever it is, she will always be loved and cherished. I hope she always knows she can keep playing, keep trying, keep changing. She’ll do everything #likeagirl, because she is one, but I hope she knows what a special, wonderful thing that is.