When I was pregnant with your biggest brother I was terrified of one thing throughout the whole pregnancy. I was terrified that he would be a girl.
I was not prepared then to have a daughter.
Two years later I had a similar sense of dread when your second big brother was waiting to be born. He was an ox of a man right from the start – they thought he was twins at one point – and yet still as his birth approached I had a sense of dread.
Again, at the age of 25 I was not ready.
I was not ready to teach you, by example, what it means to be a woman… to really be a woman. I still feel frightfully unprepared.
And yet one year ago today I held tightly to a bare 2×4 as you were born oh-so-quickly in this little cabin into the arms of your papa with an exuberant "It’s a girl!"
I was overjoyed.
If I am your example then I pray that you will learn from my mistakes, if nothing else, so that you may…
- listen more than you speak and learn more than you teach. I can see this is already becoming a real struggle.
- be peaceful, ordered, and live a structured life rather than creating chaos for those around you.
- not grow impossibly forgetful at the ripe old age of 25.
- live without hormonal chaos such that "And then I cried." becomes the end to every story of your life. (Hopefully it’s the hormones.)
- not avoid controversy at any cost, always standing for what is right and true, and always doing your duty in those things.
- be meek and humble and always reference back to point number one in all situations.
- be a useful woman at a young age and know how to butcher a chicken before you wake up a 30 year old with a lifetime of chicken dinners behind you.
- learn and embrace the skills necessary to live a peaceful, simple life. That means you will be helping mama out a lot in the garden, laundry area, and kitchen at a young age, for your papa called you pie-maker before you were even born.
- be thankful for the larger frame I fear you have inherited – those hips come in handy during child birth and those thunder thighs will help you work in the garden and stay upright through even the fiercest of wind storms.
- in all times of hardship and difficulty and tribulation put your faith not in your family, the land, or your senses; but in the One who made you. And during those times always refer back to point number one.
- someday, Lord willing, marry a man who does not cry at the drop of a hat, is neat and organized, and has the legs of a flamingo… all a perfect balance to your, um, uniqueness.
I still shutter to think that I will be the largest female influence in your life and I pray that the Lord would guide me in teaching you all that I have still yet to learn.
And, if the Lord wills, I look forward to every overly-talkative moment you and I may share over the collective hum of rolling pins over pie crusts heavily dotted with lard and wash basins filled with clay-soiled shirts.
That is, if I can get a word in edgewise.