this post is more for me than you.
i'm trying to wrap my brain around some of the things i know are going to happen.
1. i will be in unimaginable pain.
that's freaking scary.
it can't last forever,
and i'm hoping my inexperience and excitement will get me through.
2. my daughter's favorite color will probably be pink.
it was my favorite color.
most little girls love it.
and since i put it out in the universe that it's not my favorite,
she will most definitely find a passion for it.
after all, what kind of daughter would she be if she didn't go against her mom?
it's what we do best.
3. she might not like her name.
i don't know anyone that really l.o.v.e.s. their name,
and here i am trying to figure out the perfect pairing.
in 15 years she will most likely ask me what i was thinking,
so really, i should take my dad's advice,
name her ethel
and call it a day.
4. i am going to be a mom.
ronnie is going to be a dad.
yes, these guys.
please remember this picture when i do something you question.
i am just trying to figure this out as i go.
it will not be pretty or perfect.
but i hope its fun.
5. i am going to constantly wonder if i'm doing things right.
though, i also have this amazing sense of calm about raising a child.
i know in the end, no matter what...
if i hold her too much
use formula instead of breast milk
use the occasional curse word or turn into linda turner,
(i remember my mom calling people fruitcakes when she was mad.)
make her sleep in her crib or have her in my bed until she's five,
she will be okay.
so yes, i have a lot to think about.
decisions about what i want to do,
what i want to buy,
how i imagine this is all going to go down.
but this is a reminder to myself:
it doesn't really matter,
all that small stuff (her name, my parenting style, her love for things i hate) won't break her.
because ronnie and i will always give her what she needs the most.
all our love.