Five Minute Friday – Beautiful
(Disclaimer to my readers – Today I link up with fellow writers. This is a challenge. A group to join. A prompting by another woman I like to just.sit.down. every Friday and write for only five minutes. That’s it.
Which is roughly how long it takes for me to write my normal first sentence. Ahem. So, lest some of you start dancing joyfully with glee that my post is shorter – it is advised that thy shouldn’t get thyself used to it. In Jesus’ Name.) READ MORE HERE.
This week’s word – Beautiful
Such a foreign word. Not a word ever used to describe me, really.
I was, after all, the girl with the great personality. I was fun at parties. I was charming, funny, and athletic. I wasn’t pretty, per say, and certainly not beautiful.
But, on March 14, 2009, my entire world changed. The doctor
who I may have just accidentally cursed out for three hours held up a tiny, perfect baby, I’d worked so hard to get out of my body…and said three little words that changed my everything – “It’s a girl.”
A girl child.
Whatintheworld would I do with a girl child? A tomboy since birth with two sons already, how does this fit with me?
I have so many friends, you know, girly friends, beautiful friends who desperately wanted a girl. But, Lord, you trust me with one? You trust me to raise a girl child?
Four years later, I joyfully embrace my role with this little darling one. My best girl. Our own little sister friend.
She adores sparkle and anything purple.
She is the best lizard catcher in the family.
She kicks and jumps like any good ninja would.
She rocks her babies with the gentle care of a seasoned mother of five.
She stains her clothes worse than both brothers combined.
She giggles and spins every time she wears a “twirly skirt”.
She loves baseball and can list most of the Rangers lineup.
She supports her team faithfully with a mouth full of Big League Chew and her purple sparkly hat.
She loves Legos.
She adores Hello Kitty.
She watches Sofia the First and Ninja Turtles, too.
She’s convinced she, too, will stand up to go pee-pee someday.
She loves that her bruddas have to hold the door open for her.
She is tough.
She is caring.
She is precocious.
She is fearless.
She is dirty.
She is girly.
She is defiant.
She is brilliant.
She is hilarious.
She is passionate.
She is not delicate, but she is darling.
She is not petite, but she is precious.
She is a girl child.
She is my girl child.
So, I will learn to french braid.
I will use glitter.
I will watch princess movies.
I will play with her doll house.
I will support dance, or cheerleading, or
Godforbid drill team.
I will let her be whoever she wants to be.
Whoever God has made her to be.
Because she IS beautiful.
And I will tell her so.
Every. Single. Day.
(For-the-record – choosing pics took waaaay longer than five minutes. Sorry if this breaks the rules. But, I love this girl. I couldn’t stop myself. 🙂