A Letter to My Daughters: I’m Sorry I’m Not a Girly Girl

To my daughters,

From the moment I learned I was having a daughter, I’ve imagined what it would be like to raise a little girl. Would we constantly play with baby dolls and have pink everything all over the house? Would we still have a rambunctious toddler who wants to watch football with her daddy? Or would we have an adventurous little girl who loves everything about going fast?

I started to wonder how I would be as a girl mom, after I had imagined who you would be. I’ve never been much of a girly girl. There’s been times where I’ve tried different aspects of being girly, but not always succeeded. Maybe someday your aunt can tell you about my many attempts at wearing heals. I have thought about how I would teach you to do your hair or makeup. Skills that let’s just say…I know enough to get by. Now, I somehow have two beautiful little girls to raise, teach, love, and grow with. Even though I’m not much of a girly girl, I’ve learned a few things since becoming your mother.

A Letter to My Daughters: I'm Sorry I'm Not a Girly Girl

One of the first things I noticed is I have no clue what I’m doing with my hair. Let alone yours! The first year you had hair, you rocked the Pebble look, while I maintained my messy mom bun. YouTube will probably become our friend one day with tutorial videos. Hopefully someday we will learn how to control your beautiful crazy curls. (By the way I hope those never disappear, no matter how much of a pain they may be). At least you love having matching messy buns like mine, when I can’t figure out all those curls. I’ve learned that dealing with our hair will definitely cause some tears, but hopefully laughs some day as well. 

I love buying bows and dresses, mostly because you love to twirl in them. While I usually stick to a hoodie and yoga pants. So much more comfy than jeans! You always remind me that what is most important is feeling confident in what you are wearing. With your growing independence, you have loved picking out your own clothes. Some days you are absolutely ecstatic telling me: “Mommy look! My sunglasses match my jammies!” Even if those sunglasses are orange tiger stripes and you are wearing penguin princess pajamas. You tell anyone you can, how you picked out your clothes today. I’ve learned being a girly girl dressed up as a princess or pink superhero is fun, but even better when you pick it out yourself.

Each day, you show me that we can play with baby dolls and use your tool set to fix your tractor. Your imagination always surprises me! We can go from feeding your babies to wanting to wrestle around. Some days I feel like I have no idea how to even attempt a simple craft with you. However, you always remind me that none of that matters. It doesn’t even matter if it turns out looking like it should. I’ve learned from you that no matter what we do, spending time together is what matters.

A Letter to My Daughters: I'm Sorry I'm Not a Girly Girl

Always remember that even though mommy might not know everything, especially in the girly department, I will always love you. I will always try my best to help you, even if we might need some help from your aunt or my friends. In the mean time, we can continue to play with your baby dolls and tool set. We can read all the books about adventures with dragons, have mishaps with crafts, and messy science experiments. We will figure it all out together, and maybe some day I’ll learn how to properly curl my hair, so I can then teach you. 

Love,
Mommy

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