Five years ago, my closet was filled with khaki, white, black, and gray - and for those days I felt really wild - maybe red thrown in. I opted for a simple, blending-in kind of look. Maybe not the most fashionable, but I was a mother of two boys and - truth be told - didn't have much time or inclination for frills. My life was spent making sure these rough and tumble boys were safe. Heels would NEVER have worked as I chased after them, saving them from passing cars. I never got manicures and pedicures. There was nobody to tell me my earrings didn't match my shirt. Nobody shoved me out of the way so they could get to MY make-up. We never had to have matching plates and cups. Nobody cared what color our hand soap was. Nobody wanted to hang up hundreds of Valentine's Day decorations.
I was in control.
And I had a black cell phone.
Fast forward to today - my closet is filled with all the colors of the rainbow. Yes, I even wear pink now and then. ME. The person who ordered loving grandmothers not to buy anything in pink for their new granddaughter. I now have my outfits critiqued by a four-year-old who would dress like a Disney princess every day. I get weekly mani/pedi treatments. I wear shoes that were not designed solely for comfort. Things have changed. I now have this tiny, talking shadow. I have a daughter.
And this precious angel, with powers of persuasion stronger than any communist interrogator, TALKED ME INTO GETTING this phone yesterday:
I was powerless to resist. The store clerks found her hilarious and charming. They just don't know her like I do. They don't know that I have surrendered complete control of my life to this CHILD. She has a way of nagging/pleading/asking until you will give her whatever she wants - just to get THREE MINUTES OF QUIET.
While I certainly don't attribute my new self solely to this little person, I do feel glad to have some girly company in my otherwise boy-oriented life. I look forward one day to many Broadway shows, shopping trips, and spa days with this little friend. (I also feel certain that someday McKay and Chase will fully appreciate having a sister as they will not be forced along on these kinds of outings).
Yeah, I do love her to pieces. Even if I have no say in the color of my cell phone.
3 comments:
Daughters are so fun. It's unbelievable to watch female charms at work from birth. The princess and the rough and tumble puppies...Someday those puppies will be Dobermans, and they might bring you home a couple of new daughters!
my daughter would have TOTALLY talked me into that phone. she loves it when we wear pink together. its so cute, i just can't say no! (at least all that pink goes with my black clothes ;-)
Unfortunately, I can't relate. I am now, where you once were - surrounded by boys, both big and little. My house is full of cars, lots and lots of cars. But it's fun, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. One day, maybe I'll be lucky enough to have at least one girl. But, for now, I'll settle for a sister, and a mom, to help me get that girl fill.
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