I love being a mom to boys-don’t get me wrong! But I would be lying if I said I didn’t invest some time praying on the 4th time around–that God would allow me the privilege of also raising a daughter. He graciously did, and it has been as sweet as I’d hoped. Sometimes she just gets me. She is intuitive and sensitive. A hug really does make it all better for her somedays. Her attention to the details of our home is vastly different than my sons’.
Her first organized activity began a couple weeks back, a little dance class. The whole day before she couldn’t help but mentioned how busy her day was going to be: “I have to wake up, eat my breakfast…go to school, recess…come home, unload my backpack…and go to ballet.” Woa girl! How do you fit it all in?