Daughters

It’s been almost a month since I last posted!

I am (amazingly) sitting in a perfectly quiet house at the moment. Everyone is napping and I am enjoying the peacefulness…along with a thick slice of zucchini bread. It seemed like a good moment to check in.

As of July 14th I am the mommy of TWO beautiful girls. We are now the parents of CHILDREN. Crazy. And not just children, but DAUGHTERS. I am so blessed.

When I was pregnant with my first child I was certain we were going to have a boy. It seemed like all my friends (at the time) were having boys and I’ve always been a little more on the tom-boy side myself. Even after the ultrasound tech told she us she was “pretty sure” N was going to be a girl, I was skeptical until the moment of her birth. Even though boys are BOYS – crazy and dirty and rambunctious – there was something comforting about that. They seemed durable. I really couldn’t picture myself having tea parties & going to ballet classes & filling my house with pink, glittery things.

But instead… my beautiful Nor was born and life was never the same. I cannot imagine life without her and now her gorgeous baby sister, Aliyah, has only multiplied my joy & affection. Bring on the glitter!

The past few weeks have been filled with quiet, snuggly moments…frazzled, bleary-eyed tired moments…chaotic, I’m-going-to-strangle-my-toddler-if-she-doesn’t-stop-banging-on-that-xylophone moments…oh-my-god-i-have-2-kids moments (this usually spirals into imagining all sorts of worst case scenarios that leave me a paralyzed, anxious mess, leading to)…hormonal, weepy moments…amazingly sweet new-sister moments…newborn kisses moments…and best of all, the simple moments where we just enjoy being a family of four together!

I will leave you with some sweet words from the witty Tina Fey…

A Mother’s Prayer for Her [Daughters]

“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

…Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes and not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

…Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, for childhood is short…

O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers and the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes. Amen.” -Tina Fey

This is a slightly shortened version of the original chapter found in Bossypants

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