Girl, Girl

I walked into the sonogram on Tuesday nervous, excited, thankful Blair was with me.  I was also certain.  I was certain that the baby on my left that curls up and sucks its little thumb was a boy, while the energetic maniac was a little girl (like her mother).  I had no doubts.  

It took approximately 15 seconds to be proven 50% wrong.  The ultrasound tech had barely placed the instrument on my belly, and with one quick slide, said "girl and girl!"  What?! No way!  

It's not that I wasn't excited about two girls, it is the idea of raising two women that scared the whits out of me.  I was also worried about Blair.  Would he be disappointed that we weren't having a boy?  He wasn't.  

Over the past few days, my mind has been spinning.  How am I going to do this?  How am I going to teach these two uninfluenced little angels all of the things they need to know to face this world?  How am I going to prevent them from growing up to become strippers, who get horrible tramp stamps, and marry guys who have hot rod cars, but no checking accounts?? And then it hit me... I am not.  Blair and I, along with our family, friends, and all of the people they will meet along the way will raise them and will teach them and will give them all of the things they need to grow up to be whomever they chose to become.  Hopefully, they chose not to become strippers.  

We will teach them that while they may look alike, share a birthday, and if they are identical, DNA.  However, they are two individual people.  We will teach them they can do anything they want if they are willing to work hard.  We will teach them to stand up for themselves, for each other, and for those who cannot stand up for themselves.  While we will likely give them princess tiaras, and all the magical things little girls love, they will not be damsels in distress.  They can do hard things.  They can face the things that scare them to death.  Blair and I, their grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, teachers, and all of the people that will make up their "village" will teach them that they can do great things.  

But for now, we will center on them becoming the two beautiful perfect baby girls that are the biggest blessing of our lives.  And I will spend my days dreaming of ruffled bloomers, and tutus.  Because for just a little while, they get to be little.