30 Days of Gratitude: This Wild and Free Little Girl
When I was growing up, I mostly rejected all things girly. I was not into sparkles, glitter, princesses or fairies. At least. not that I can remember. When I found out I was pregnant with Isaac, I was perfectly content to have a boy. And when I was pregnant with Sam, I remember kind of leaning towards wanting a boy. A set of boys just made sense to me. I had learned all about the magic of trucks and I was prepared for another boy. But then we found out we were not having another boy, but a girl.
Girlhood seemed so fraught for me. Being a girl was hard for me. I never felt girly enough for the girls and, of course, I never fit in with the boys. So I decided, at least, that Sam would not be limited to the “girly” things of life. We would buy her trucks and power tools. I would find the few items of clothing for baby girls that were green or blue.
And now I have this girl who is a marvel. She loves trucks. She dresses up as a storm trooper for halloween. She climbs and jumps from everything. (I have no idea how she hasn’t broken a bone yet.) And still, she loves pink, tutus, sparkles, hearts and glitter. Her favorite colors and pink and purple. She is just uniquely Sam. She told me once that she was going to grow up to be a truck-driver-ballerina-mommy. And nothing seems more Sam. She is fiercely independent. She wants to do everything on her own. (I have no idea how she came by that.) She can scream like a banshee, but she is still oh, so, sweet. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I know that someday, she is going to look around and question her own uniqueness, but I pray that she holds fast to the truth that God made her in his own image and she can cling to that and keep doing things her own Sam way.