Who would have know that it would take 3 to reek the havoc and cause the chaos that I did. They all three are me, different parts of me but still ME.
Two weeks ago we were at the hair salon getting trims before we had to leave the next morning for the state dance competition. The girl that cut their hair remarked how all the girls were so different. I agreed and told her of thier specific attitudes which are as follows-
The girl laughed and Ms.B said in a huff "I want to be the sweetheart!" to which i replied "Then act like a sweetheart."
Now i know how damaging it can be to label children BUT a spade is a spade and my girls are beautiful strong spirited girls that tend to go a certain way. I love each the same but like them differently depending on thier moods. I know this is probably exactly how my mother felt about me. Some days i was probably spunky, others a total diva, and some days a sweetheart.
There are hard days with three girls and i'm sure in a few short years when we all cylcle together that the men of the house will probably take up residence somewhere else BUT i wouldn't change any of it. I love my three girls and all the adventures we have together. I love that they have eachother to play with, fight with, and cry with because what else are sisters for?
-Think of all the beauty still left round you and be happy. Anne Frank