My girl

Growing up, I always wanted girls. It was mainly to do with the clothes. I named my daughter in 1996, but didn’t give birth to her until ten years later. By then I’d had two gorgeous boys and, to be honest, I didn’t even want a girl any more. There seemed something pure about the idea of three boys. I imagined myself walking along holding hands with three adorable boys kitted out in blue and khaki.

What was I thinking?! I thank my lucky stars every day that I had a girl.

When the sonographer told me she ‘thought’ it was a girl I couldn’t believe it. Somehow I just didn’t think I was capable of having a girl, but sure enough, a few months later my angel was born.

My boys are like chalk and cheese, but she was something different again. Calmer, quieter, capable of staying in one place for more than a few seconds at a time. And she looks gorgeous in pink.

Of all my children, she is the one who loves most unconditionally. Every morning her face lights up at the sight of me and she hugs me hard enough to squeeze the life out of me. I see her face light up with the same unconditional love for her Daddy and her middle brother. (There is no love lost between her and her eldest brother, sadly.)

My daughter loves clothes and shoes. She was slow to start talking, but she got her first pair of shoes, said ‘Ooos’ and never looked back. She is a girly girl from head to toe, unlike her mummy.

My mum would never let me have long hair, although I always wanted it. I swore that when I had a daughter, she would have long hair. It took a long time to grow, but once it started it didn’t stop. She has trims, but it’s never been cut. It’s down to her waist and we all love it.

Of course I’m biased, but my daughter is pretty much perfect. She is the finished article, the result of learning from my earlier mistakes. Part of what makes her so perfect is undoubtedly down to being a girl – girls and boys are different and I won’t believe anyone who tells me otherwise – and partly it’s just down to her personality.

Because not only is she calmer than her brothers, she’s calmer than most girls of her age. She will sit and colour for hours – and she will do it so carefully. She doesn’t get bored. Her concentration span would put many adults to shame. She is brilliant at everything she does, but she isn’t a genius. She’s pretty bright and I’m sure she has some natural talent, but it is her ability to listen, watch, copy and behave which sets her apart from her brothers and her peers. I love to watch her dancing or swimming – to see how hard she is trying and how well she is succeeding.

She’s good round the house too. In that sense she is definitely her Grandma’s granddaughter and her auntie’s niece rather than her mother’s daughte. Her ability to tidy and to fold clothes far outweighs my own, even though I seem to spend my life folding clothes.

Recently another side to her has emerged, which has surprised us. My once quiet, shy little girl has become the son my husband always dreamed of. For 10 years my husband has been trying to get my boys interested in football, Star Wars, fast cars, scary rides, all the boy stuff, with fairly mixed results. My daughter has become a real adrenaline junkie. She is the only one of the three of them that likes football, scary films, scary rides AND going fast.

So that’s my girl in a nutshell. Wherever we go, she holds my hand. She’s my best little friend and I love her to bits.

Author: Sarah Mummy

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  1. Save this, to read at her 21st birthday – it’s beautiful.

    Sadly, my Mom died too young but we were very close. She was a great woman and I know that she loved me to bits too x.

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  2. Lovely post, Sarah. I loved being with my nieces when they were little girls. Miss those days now they are grown up.

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  3. Thanks very much, all of you! Really appreciate those comments.
    Sorry to hear about you Mum, Lesley. It’s good to know you were loved x

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  4. I also wanted girls and ended up with two boys. I love them both more than I could ever imagine but on odd occasions I wonder what it would have been like. Your daughter sounds gorgeous and you have written so lovingly about her. I want one even more now! Thanks for sharing.

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  5. Thanks very much, ladies! Sorry if I’ve made you want a girl even more, adoptionbliss! My girl is lovely, but so are my boys – and I’ll be posting about them soon enough!
    Thanks for your comments, both of you, I really appreciate it 🙂

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  6. Lovely post Sarah,perfect…I would say are storys are pretty much the same about our daughters only I have 3 boys.I wanted a girl but my 2nd and 3rd baby I just expected a girl and had all boys, by my 4th it never entered my head I would have a girl and was in shock.She is so sweet and completely different and very caring not like the mini me who says the most sweet things ever to me and loves me to say them back 🙂

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  7. It’s funny, like you I never expected a girl after three boys and when they told me I was having a girl I asked them to double check!! A is very girly too but even at two she is independent and strong willed and so determined. At the moment she is not overly affectionate, it is my six year old who is the affectionate one. She definitely loves pink though which is nice!

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  8. This is a beautiful tribute to your daughter. I feel the same about my third child….a boy after two girls! I think there is something about the third child that makes them calmer, more easily pleased and very cuddly 🙂

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  9. Thanks very much, ladies, really appreciate your comments.
    Clairejustine, your daughter sounds gorgeous!
    Nicola, mine can be pretty independent too when she wants, although I think she was more fierce about it at 2 than she is now. I remember some battles with her when she had to climb into the car seat herself when she was very little!
    Sounds like it’s a third child thing, Suzanne, not just a girl thing! x

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