My joy for today is having a princess in the house.
For those of you with daughters, you will be sure to understand. Having a girl is such a gift and so different than mothering boys. Thus far this morning, my little princess has dressed herself in a crown and tutu, attended a dance party in her big brother’s room, attempted to care for her little brother, sucked her thumb a lot, and played outside extensively. She is so much more sensitive and dramatic than her brothers. Almost every day, she wears some form of dress-up clothes; and also cares for her baby dolls.
There is a lot to be said for the debate over how much gender differences are inborn. I absolutely believe that there are huge genetic differences between girls and boys that result in differences in toy preference, personality, among many, many other things. In an undergraduate psychology course, I remember there being some discussion about whether there were innate gender differences actually existed or were forced by their parents. Whoever was debating this clearly never had both male and female children.
Our sweet Princess Molly is at the age where she mispronounces lots of words. One of my favorites is how she says her brother’s name: “Doah.” A few months ago, she could not pronounce “princess,” so she would say “p” instead. We started calling her “p” and it just stuck. My joy for today is my lifelong friend, my precious p.