I always wanted girls, always imagined myself with two of them. But I wasn’t at all disappointed when I got two boys instead. My boys are very close, despite being like chalk and cheese. Because they’re so different, I hoped my third child would be somewhere between the two of them.
And she was. She was also a girl.
Somehow, third time around we’d created a child who had the best bit of both boys.
When she arrived on her due date, she was sending a message to us, loud and clear, of exactly what sort of girl she was going to be.
She’s determined, hard working, intelligent, organised, motivated and quietly competitive. Nothing is too challenging for her, nothing is too much trouble. If she doesn’t achieve something first time round, she just pushes herself a little harder next time.
She’s also kind, caring and helpful. She’s loving, friendly and a great friend.
As my husband says, ‘She’s a force of nature’.
Sometimes, I look at her and I wonder where she came from. She really is something else.
Is she a combination of the very best genes we had to offer, is she a product of mistakes made and learned from her brothers or she is a product of being half ignored as a baby? Because who has time to stimulate a baby and meet their every social and educational need when you’ve also got a demanding 2 year old and 4 year old?
What she isn’t, I’ve come to realise, is a typical girl. Just as her brothers aren’t typical boys.
She is herself, she is unique.
She’s my daughter, my little lady, my girl.
Who needs ‘girls’ when I’ve got ‘girl’? The very best one I could wish for?