Five years ago when my obstetrician placed a red and wriggly little baby on my chest, I asked him what it was.
‘It’s a girl!’ he replied excitedly.
‘A girl!?’ I answered in disbelief.
For some reason, I always thought I’d have boys. Two years later, another pink bundle of joy was placed on my chest. My husband and I were thrilled to bits to be blessed with two little girls and our house has not been the same since.
My eldest has very much been a girly girl wearing a princess costume every second day. She prances, twirls and spins around the house and has immersed herself in ballet, jazz and tap. Pink is her favourite colour and she loves to accessorise.
My second daughter couldn’t be more different. She thinks Disney Princesses are a total yawn-fest. She stalks through the house pretending to be a dinosaur or ghost and refuses to wear pink.
Regardless of their individual tastes, there are things that my little girls have in common. This is what I’ve learnt over the past five years raising girls.
You will buy a million hairbands in your lifetime as a parent of girls, but you will never be able to find one when you need it. These things seem to have a life of their own. Top tip: Buy hairbands in bulk.
Frozen will take over your household. You will be subjected to watching the movie several thousand times. You will listen to Let it go several million times and YOU will practice lip-synching Love is an open door in front of the mirror.
From dawn to dusk, you will have a little one following you around asking you questions, telling you about their day, and asking you about your day. If they’re not talking to you, they will be talking to their toys, or better yet, their imaginary friends.
Excitement reaches peak levels in our household on a regular basis and you know what little girls do when they’re excited? They squeal. Close your ears because these squeals are so high-pitched dogs in neighbouring suburbs can hear them.
From an early age, both of my girls have been particular about what they wear. One of them prefers to dress as a ‘walking rainbow,’ while the other refuses to wear anything other than a t-shirt and shorts. They don’t care if the colours match, they only care that they chose it.
I don’t think my husband has heard so much crying in his life. Little girls, and their mums, can be emotional. They can cry at the drop of the hat and aren’t afraid to tell you that you’ve hurt their feelings. They feel things deeply and dramatically.
When we noticed our eldest saying things like ‘Boys are stronger than girls,’ and ‘only boys can climb,’ we paid more attention to showing our girls just how strong their little bodies are. We continually remind them they can do anything they put their minds to and that they are just as strong, brave, smart and capable as boys.
With a smile and a blink of the eye they can melt you in a heartbeat. Fact.