It went by in a blink. Twenty years ago, I woke up very pregnant in the morning and ended the day the mother of a baby girl.
Oh how I wanted a little girl.
Our house would be filled with dresses, earrings, nail polish and sparkles! I was sure she would love all the girly stuff, like I did. And she did. For a while. Until she could talk and tell me she DID. NOT!
And now twenty years later, when I’m completely sure of this girl of mine. She changes her mind. This weekend we bought a dress that sparkles.
It turns out that my little girl had an independent streak. A very strong independent streak, that grew with each birthday.
If she doesn’t want to do something – I’m completely out of luck. Bribing, ordering, whining or stomping my feet can’t convince her to do things my way.
It seems like only yesterday that she was two and refusing to sleep without a book under her pillow each night and waking up with wild morning hair that she wouldn’t allow to be combed.
My girl is all grown up. She’s funny, smart, sweet, and sarcastic. She’s strong, athletic and determined. And now she is willing to put on a dress with sparkles. My work is done. Well, except for the getting her to poise nicely for the camera… perhaps next year I’ll have better luck.
I can’t believe it’s been twenty years. Happy Birthday Jelisa!