Girlie is not a word anyone or anything would ever use to describe me.
I have been a bonafide tomboy since birth. Even my mother will tell you that I was never one to play princess, like pink or purple, or get into a dress without a fight. Plus, when she did manage to get me in a dress, it was usually paired with two dirty Doc Martins.
I am more comfortable in yoga pants and a pair of TOMS than I am in a dress paired with cute jewelry. I’m not sure why, but for me its ingrained in who I am. The trouble is, just because I am more comfortable in pajamas, doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate beautiful clothes and all things feminine. One of my biggest insecurities and wishes is to be more feminine naturally since I have never really felt feminine.
Enter Queen B.
She is a girlie girl. Hands down, from birth, girlie to the bone. She talks about being a princess, everything has to be pink or purple, loves to go to the salon and get her hair cut and recently, has been begging me to paint her nails.
I love getting my nails done, but like all moms, I rarely carve out enough time or money to make it possible. However, while in MI visiting my parents, I get just that; extra time and a little extra money.
As a treat I wanted to get my nails done and thought this would be the perfect time to make little Queen B’s wish come true. She, dressed as Wonder Woman, I might add, my dad and I went to local nail place and patiently waited to fancify our nails.
From the moment we walked in, she couldn’t stop smiling.
“Mommy! Lots of colors!”
This is about as girlie as I get, but was so special and felt really amazing to share this with her. She was IN her element and you know, as parents, when you see your children in their elements, it is amazing.
I happily sat back and watched her steal the hearts of everyone in the salon. Plus, I actually teared up a bit as I literally watched her grow before my eyes.
Even though I relate much more to this:
It warms my heart to be able to share little girlie moments of bliss with my very girlie Queen B.
