Dear: My Tinkerbell

During my ultrasound, after realizing you were a girl....
I was bummed.
Can you even imagine?
I had expected (and wanted!) a houseful of boys.
I believed, it would be too difficult to raise a little girl. What if she was girlie? I do not speak 'Girl' very well. Or worse... What if she was her Mother's Daughter?! We would eat each other alive.
One quick trip to The Gap and Grammy and I were OveR being bummed. Baby Gap is much cuter in Pink.
Now:
I am a mother, to 2 daughters.
I have a Pink room, filled with adorable Pink clothing.
And...
You are most definitely, your mother's daughter.



Physically, you share your Father's DNA.
And yet, your quirks, mannerisms and personality...
are mine.
Except, the 'Oddities' inherited from 'that family'. I'm sure they may find it adorable that you only eat Carb-filled garbage. You hate to swim, do not enjoy popcorn and would rather not befriend an animal.
Otherwise, like me:
You are selective with your love.
After it is earned... your loyalty is strong.
You resist kisses.
Your Smile is elusive.
You are shy and quiet...
until comfortable, when you shine.
You prefer the Couch.
You would live in your jammies.
We like our home. Our safety net. We 'get' each other. We give space in the morning and cuddle up tight, late into the evening.



You will not 'play nice' but you are kind.
You are funny. We like Sunglasses, chillin with our thoughts, chocolate milk, planning parties, taking walks and... Dairy Queen, cookies and candy can be eaten ANY time of the day.



You are Mommy's Girl but you are so very much more, than I.
You are so unknowingly beautiful.
Your voice is a fierce, tiny bird.
Your eyes, filled with answers.
Your feet, legs and button nose are Too Cute.
You draw people in.
People strive to be a part of your Tinkerbell allure, your mysterious sparkle and your fought-for acceptance.
I want to take you every where. Fold you up in my pocket. Listen to your chatter, share in an eye-roll and soak up your magic.
You. Make. Me. Happy.
End of Story.



My 'Middle Child' is No Filler.
You are the Double Stuffed Creme, of our Family.
Thank-you...
for making us 'more'.
for keeping things 'interesting'.
for your unpredictable imagination.

You have taken my breath away. Carrying your tiny, warm body to bed each night, is the best part of my day. I am a Mother to a Daughter.
You are special. You are Unique. You are Extra.
Happy Birthday, Tinkerbell.
I do Believe, in Fairies!

Mostly,
I Believe in you.