All girl- July 25, 2012
Look at these knees. Scabbed and bruised. A year ago I would have doctored up those bumps and fretted over their healing. That of course, was when I was the mother of a baby.
This year I’m the mother of a toddler. In the past two weeks we’ve rarely had a day where I didn’t get a call from Charlotte’s school telling me about some accident or another that skinned her knee, or left a mark on her forehead. It’s always the same, “Weellll…Charlotte is okay, but we just wanted to make you aware of a little incident.” At first we were alarmed and upset that somehow she was being less supervised than we like. But, I’ve noticed even under our stringent parental supervision, she’s a force to be reckoned with.
And I mean force. We have witnessed our child barrel head-first into the side of furniture, rub her bumped noggin, and run right back into it again because she thinks it’s funny. (I told Greyson that is surely a quirk inherited from him.) We’ve seen her fall flat on her face, trip over the dog, and tumble off the couch. That was just this past weekend.
Ooph! My heart feels like it’s plunging into my gut when this happens. My Mama Bear instincts send me running to my cub to scoop her up. I’ve learned that 9 times out of 10, she’s just fine.
Greyson and I laugh when we hear someone say something like, “Our little guy is crazy! He’s all boy!” They of course, are speaking of their son. We just look at each other and shake our heads.
Don’t let the precious pigtails fool you. Behind the baby blues and frilly dresses is a spirit that we have trouble taming. She has the scars to prove it.
I’m the mother of a toddler now. I’m a little more battle-hardened and so are my child’s knees. Of course I want her scrapes to heal up, but deep down, I’m proud of them. She’s fearless and strong. “She’s all girl!”
Spread it around:
I love that…fearless, strong, “all girl.”
Thanks! That’s her! I’m so proud of her. I just hope that attitude stays with her as she gets older.