I try to stay upbeat on most things. I am not perfect and every once in a while I get on my pity pot too. I think it is human nature to a certain extent. When I have my grandchildren out, we usually get some person who will come up and comment on all the little girl’s we have and how they are going to have to tell their mother’s to even up the score. Our score is 4 girls to 2 boys. None of us have ever complained, we have been thankful for each and everyone of them to make it here. I know they are only teasing but as my granddaughters get older and can understand the comments, I hate to think that they will be led to believe that that are second rated. I have both a 2 year old grandson and a 2 year old granddaughter, they are each others favorite frenemy. My granddaughter this little preemie NICCU graduate will stand up for herself, and she can sometimes overpower my grandson. I will stand back and smirk knowing she will be fine in life. She won’t take crap, okay maybe one but after that she’s going to get you.
I admire that my daughters and granddaughters are strong willed. They will stand up for themselves. They will fight for what is right. They get that from me. Yes, I can be stubborn, independent and bullheaded. But, I can be loyal, hard working, loving and kind. I raised my girl’s to be all that they can be and want to be. I have tried to stomp out the “happy homemaker” stereotype. When my husband was alive he and I had a deal if I took care of the outside tasks such as mowing the grass, weeding and such, he would take care of some the inside chores. For some reason he enjoyed doing dishes, who was I to complain and I liked to be outside. He was petrified of running into a snake if he mowed. We worked together like that . That is probably how we lasted over 29 years. I can whack a snake with a shovel pretty good, chopped one up so bad my friend couldn’t even identify it.
Each of my grandchildren had difficult entries into this crazy world with either difficult high risk pregnancies or difficulties and drama at birth. I have never been so relieved to hear these babies as they cried. I also have one son. The ribbing my husband would get like “it took four tries to get it right”. Did these people not hear themselves and how stupid they sounded. Be a baby a boy or a girl that baby is a blessing. The parents are very proud of this tiny human they made. Why make them feel bad because the baby was not a boy, instead embrace the proud parents and simple say “congratulations”. But people can say what they want I am going to continue to encourage my daughters and granddaughters to be strong in all that they do and to “Fight Like A Girl” . Now we don’t really condone physical violence but I am more stating in standing up for themselves. All that is left to say is “You Go Girl”!