This post is part 4 of 7 in the series Sugar and Spice & Everything Daughters.
First off, let me clarify. I love my daughter. And I love being a mother to a girl. But it doesn’t mean I jumped for joy when I found out I was having a girl. Girls are hard. I should know. I am one and was once a teenaged girl. And this is what scares me as a mother to a girl.
You hear from everyone: boys are easier than girls. Girls are full of drama, tears, and disliking their parents (especially their mothers). I was the worst kind of one of these. There were years when I was selfish, mean, and just not a nice person. Blame it on the teenage years, blame it on the hormones, blame it on me just being a jerk — especially to my mom (sorry, Mom).
I think this is what scares me most — not having my daughter as the cuddlebug that I currently love. I know a time will come when her parents aren’t cool and all her friends’ parents are cooler. Relationships with her friends and significant others will become more important than me. I know the time will come; I see it daily from the teenagers at school.
But what keeps me positive is knowing that one day my daughter and I will hopefully have the relationship I now have with my mother. I talk to her almost every day. We laugh, we spend time together, and we’re actually best friends. I look forward to the day where my daughter shares her fears, her heartbreak, her laughter with me.
I am no longer reluctant about being a mother to a girl. I love it. I love her carefree spirit, her happy attitude, and her way to want things just how she wants them (exactly like her momma). I’m sure there will be some rough times in our relationship, but I know it will be wonderful and I can’t wait.
Read more from our Sugar and Spice & Everything Daughters series!
- I Didn’t Want a Girl
- The Pressure of Raising Girls
- Ribbons and Bows
- She’s a Girl, but That Alone Does Not Define Her
- Dreams for My Daughter
- Like Mother, Like Daughter: My Mom’s Effect on How I’m Raising My Daughter
My relationship with my daughter is something I treasure and words cannot express what a bond we have! Did we have some tough teenage times? Yes! Did it make our bond stronger? Yes! Would I trade it for anything? NO!
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