So much has happened in the last year. Life and Death … fun and not so fun times, even stolen dining room tables. Over the next week I will be spending the time catching everyone up on the craziness . Lets first start with the very good … The official announcement of Willow!
I GOT MY GIRL!!!
Lets also pretend that she is brand new and NOT four months old.
“Nate” as I call her is just pure bliss, she has been the calm in the storm. We all know babies can calm the stormiest of storms. I am just over the moon with her. The boys are too!
I also have to throw in all the Mom and me outfits
With this excitement has come some worries:
HOW DO I RAISE A GIRL!!
Boys I am use too … and society has shaped boys to know
- You can be
bossyAssertive Aggressive, arrogantI mean be a leader
- You can be anything you want to be ….
as long as you have children, take care of them, keep a clean home, and be perfect
Everything stroked out is what society will expect from willow or describe her as, if things do not change.
I cannot change society. I can raise her knowing she is enough.
My Dear Daughter,
Remember always you come from a legacy of women. The very quilt you lay on was made by the hands of your great – grandmother. A strong woman. One who raised 12 children in the Deep South during Jim Crow days in a cabin on the farm. A praying woman a loving woman. One who’s mother before her picked cotton. My mother your grandmother was strong, kind, and beautiful – inside and out. She was also a praying women. 6 am every morning. A women who grew up during Jim Crow , participated in the civil rights movement and wore an Afro no one could match.
You my daughter are part of a legacy, and don’t let anyone tell you other wise.
My now youngest my only daughter. My love you are a queen and nothing less. You are surrounded by so much love close and far. You caught by your fathers hands. My sweet girl stay sweet but also strong.
Babies Calm the Stormiest of Storms