I always imagined myself as a Mummy to a little girl.
I think partly that is because I grew up with a sister, and also partly because I wanted to have a relationship with my daughter like I did and do with my own Mum. When I found out I was having another girl at my scan with LL, I was a little shocked. Thrilled but shocked. There was a small part of me that thought we were going to have a boy, mainly because people kept saying it to me and also because I think a part of you always assumes you will have ‘one of each.’
But deep deep down I knew, knew I was going to have another little girl. Don’t get me wrong I would have been just as thrilled with a little boy. But I knew I was going to be a Mummy to daughters.
I hope that I will have a close relationship with my girls. I hope that we will be the best of friends- that we will watch movies under a duvet with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s, that we will laugh until our sides ache over a bottle of wine and that we will go shopping together and out for lunch.
I hope that they will feel that they can tell me anything- that I can be a shoulder to cry on when they get their hearts broken for the first time, that I can be someone to celebrate with when they pass their exams or do well at something. That they can come to me any time for a hug.
I hope that I can teach them to be comfortable in their own skin, that they are beautiful just the way they are, and that they don’t have to conform to what ‘trends’ are in.
That they can have short hair, long hair, be fat or be thin, be girly or be a tom boy, that it’s what is inside that matters the most.
I hope I can teach them to be kind. To be a good friend. A good sister. And to be loyal to those they love most.
I hope I can help them achieve their dreams, and help them grow into confident, strong women.
I am sure that raising two daughters won’t come without its challenges, and I am already imagining the teenage years with all the hormones flying about. But as long as they are happy that’s all that matters.
I know that children, especially girl’s seem to be in such a hurry to grow up nowadays, and I want to treasure every single moment with my innocent little ladies. My wonderfully feisty two year old who wants to put on a beautiful pettiskirt and dance around like a ‘princess’ and have her ‘baby’ be the same as her.
We took these photos yesterday and I love them as they totally capture my daughters just the way they are now.
There’s lovely LL who can’t quite sit up yet, still a little wobbly and who looks out to us for reassurance when we sit her up on her own. A baby who is alway smilling but can already put you in your place if she isn’t happy with something by letting out a almighty shriek. The little signs of her personality starting to peek through.
There’s my cheeky Mads who looks like a sweet angel in her pretty skirt , but if you look closely you can see the tell tale bruises on her little skinny legs. She’s the perfect mixture of girly girl and tom boy- happy and carefree dancing around like a princess but then kicking up a fuss in the supermarket because Daddy tried to buy her the Hello Kitty ball instead of the Thomas the Tank Engine one. The little girl who wears a pretty dress but ends up getting mud all over it because she likes to get down on her hands and knees and dig.
I want to breathe in these moments with my daughters. To treasure them for their simplicity, and to treasure them for their innocence.
Because I know all too soon they will be over. That if I blink I may miss them.
That they are growing so quickly and we will soon be on the next chapter.
The next chapter in raising our daughters.