After 9 months of wondering, hoping and rationalizing with myself, I am finally allowed to say it: I wanted a girl. And maybe I’m still underplaying that sentiment - - for as long as I can remember, I have longed for a daughter. Seeing my friends start to have children there is an inexplicable excitement matched equally with my own yearning that is felt in the pit of my stomach whenever one of them had a baby girl.
Don’t get me wrong - -I wouldn’t trade my Toby in for 1000 little girls. I think it’s just a testament to the many amazing relationships I have with the women in my life and family that has led me to crave a mother-daughter relationship with my own child.
And now here she is…
Mia is blessed with an absolutely horrendous middle name, but I know that as she grows up she will learn to be proud of it as she experiences her grandmother first hand and her great grandmother through the many crazy stories I will share with her over the years. I wish my Grandma had lived to see my two beautiful children. I can picture the way she would analyze every little detail of their photographs and call them by the ridiculous nicknames she had for my mother and me. I am so glad to have been given the opportunity to pass some of her along to my little girl.
Mia’s first name isn’t just there for alliterary softening of the Marjorie blow; it has it’s own special meaning. Maybe it’s selfish but right now it sums up just perfectly the pride and excitement I feel about life with Mia. The name is sweet and simple and Italian for the word “mine”.
And that you are, little Mia. I’ve waited for you for so long and finally, here you are - - and I’m so happy that you’re mine.
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Dear Lyss,
ReplyDeleteAs always, you have written eloquently and this time, about your daughter, a daughter of generations of daughters. She is lovely and I look forward to meeting her in person.
love Marion