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My living room smells like Dreft. My mind immediately equates the smell of Dreft with babies. Not baby lotion, not baby powder, not any other baby detergent. Dreft. Dreft = babies. I'm going to have a baby in my house very soon. Even stranger, there are little pink things dancing around my dryer. Not little blue things. Little pink things. With ruffles and bows and flowers. Not trucks and trains and airplanes. Not only am I going to have a baby in my house very soon; I'm going to have a girl baby in my house very soon. Now, you may be thinking, "DUH, Jennifer, you've known this for a while," and you'd be right. However, there's something about doing her laundry that's making it much more real than it has felt up to this point. I'm very happy. Don't misunderstand me, but I'm also terrified. 1. We're not ready. Her room is still only primed. We haven't gotten a lot of the stuff we need. My bag isn't packed. Her bag isn't packed, and the house is not baby clean. (Check the ticker in the side bar to see why I'm freaking out about this.) 2. I know almost nothing about little girls. I was not typical by any stretch of the imagination, or at least, I never felt typical. I had all brothers. I went to a mostly male university. I have 3 boys. In fact, I have never had the opportunity to even observe the raising of a Christian daughter in real life. This is scarey to me. I've spent the last 10 years focusing on the mixed up, wrong messages that are being sent to our boys and men (ie "The problem with boys is that they aren't girls.") and trying to figure out how to counteract them, and now I'm remembering all the mixed up, wrong messages that are being sent to our girls and women (ie "Girls should grow up to be large breasted, tiny waisted, centerfolds who think and respond just like men and make lots of money," or "Girls should grow up to hate their feminity and treat men like idiots who are to blame for all the world's ills.") AAACCKKK! Help! Do those of you who are raising princesses of the King have any advice? For now, I'm going to get those fuzzy pink things out of the dryer, fold them, and put them away in her temporary dresser. (Her real one still needs to be painted. Poor hubby!) OK, God, let's get that lamp glowing unto my feet, huh? :) I just wish it showed more than one step at a time. Jennifer |
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