Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Happy Memorial Day!
{No, I haven't gone crazy and spray painted my house in numbers. This is an interesting form of "art" in the Detroit area. I will elaborate on a future post!}
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Thursday, May 24, 2012
Sugar and Spice... {thoughts on having a tomboy}
My little love has such a range of emotions. And they all are expressed so perfectly on her sweet, soft face.
One moment she is all sugar... and the next moment - SPICE!
And while I have yet to capture it on camera, she is often caught giving an evil glare to someone she's not sure about. Her eyes squint - one slightly more than the other - and she tilts her chin down and stares up at the perpetrator. And everyone cracks up laughing. Guess her look needs some fine tuning if she expects it to scare people away. I'll help her perfect it before she starts dating - that's for sure.
But something in me craves to have a girly-girl. To paint our nails together. Go shopping. Do all things GIRL. And this in-between, not knowing if she is or not, is killing me. I've turned into a motherly Sherlock Holmes - trying to decipher every move of hers for clues on her personality.
There are times that she shows her feminine, motherly, nurturing side. And then she gets bored and hops on a four-wheeler.
Perhaps it is because she is surrounded by her brother's toys. And there is nothing more appealing to her than Thomas the Train. Or a good 'ol Superhero.
Or climbing up on the tallest rock.
Despite my "training", she is refusing the wear any headband or clip-on bow. {And she finally has enough hair to clip!} Is this her trying to tell me that she wants nothing to do with dresses and all things frilly?
What about the time that she twirled and hopped in her tutu as my heart leaped with joy? This girl is sending mixed messages.
Why is having a tomboy so scary to me? Would it really be that bad?
I decide it won't. Because she will still be my sweet little girl. The one that I will embrace and love no matter what her preferences in extra-curricular activities are.
Because it doesn't matter if it's ballet class or soccer games. I care more about what her heart loves. And I want it to love Jesus. I want that to define her.
One moment she is all sugar... and the next moment - SPICE!
And while I have yet to capture it on camera, she is often caught giving an evil glare to someone she's not sure about. Her eyes squint - one slightly more than the other - and she tilts her chin down and stares up at the perpetrator. And everyone cracks up laughing. Guess her look needs some fine tuning if she expects it to scare people away. I'll help her perfect it before she starts dating - that's for sure.
But something in me craves to have a girly-girl. To paint our nails together. Go shopping. Do all things GIRL. And this in-between, not knowing if she is or not, is killing me. I've turned into a motherly Sherlock Holmes - trying to decipher every move of hers for clues on her personality.
There are times that she shows her feminine, motherly, nurturing side. And then she gets bored and hops on a four-wheeler.
Perhaps it is because she is surrounded by her brother's toys. And there is nothing more appealing to her than Thomas the Train. Or a good 'ol Superhero.
Or climbing up on the tallest rock.
Despite my "training", she is refusing the wear any headband or clip-on bow. {And she finally has enough hair to clip!} Is this her trying to tell me that she wants nothing to do with dresses and all things frilly?
What about the time that she twirled and hopped in her tutu as my heart leaped with joy? This girl is sending mixed messages.
Why is having a tomboy so scary to me? Would it really be that bad?
I decide it won't. Because she will still be my sweet little girl. The one that I will embrace and love no matter what her preferences in extra-curricular activities are.
Because it doesn't matter if it's ballet class or soccer games. I care more about what her heart loves. And I want it to love Jesus. I want that to define her.
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