Girls are scary
We’re having a girl. In about five months, Kelci and I will have a little baby girl. And that scares the living hell out of me.
I’m afraid of boys. I’m afraid of periods and training bras and malls and most things girly. But that’s normal I suppose. I’m afraid about how she’ll grow up. You see, I’m not what you call normal. I’m 6’8 and decidedly not thin.
I’m afraid that I’m bringing a daughter into a world of skinny models, skinny jeans and skinny lattés.
I guess I’m just a big softy and over protective, but that’s just who I am. So I’m scared. I’ve already started to hear the comments about maybe she’ll be in the WNBA or maybe she’ll play for the Seahawks and while it doesn’t “bother” me, it makes me thing about how I’m going to talk to her once she’s asking me why the kids at school are calling her names.
This is a lesson I need to learn I guess. What should I say to a daughter that asks those questions?
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