As a young teenager I already knew what I wanted out of life. I wanted to be married by age 21, have my first child before age 25 and a second child before age 30. I had hopes of college to be a nurse but some parts of my life didnt go as I hoped. My two children I hoped to be one boy and one girl. My girl I wanted to have blue eyes (like me) and curly blonde hair.This wouldnt be such a bad request except the fact that no one in my family has anything other than dark black hair. I was able to dream though. I never put much thought into the boy, mainly b/c I assumed my husband would be in charge of boy stuff. So, the day I gave birth to my oldest daughter, Mackensi, it wasn't a surprise that she was born with DarK Black Curly hair.
As a 21 year old new mom my concerns were that she be happy & healthy, so i put aside my longing for her to have blonde hair. As the months went by, her hair didnt grow very much, but it did get lighter in color. Around the time she was 4months old it was now a medium brown. One day, while visiting my in-laws, my father-in-law mentioned that her hair looked RED. Indeed, she was about 6 months old & it was turning from brown to blonde so in the sunlight it had the sparkle of red. At this point I thought wow, im going to have a strawberry blonde child or just plain red headed kid. More time passed and as we reached her first birthday she had her final hair color change. The newborn with curly black hair was now a todler with curly blonde hair, & her eyes were blue! I couldn't have been a more proud momma. I had my first wishes come true so I just knew I was on my way to having everything I ever dreamed of.
A few years went by before we decided to try for our 2nd child, which I was hoping for a boy, unfortuneatly, I guess GOD knew I wouldnt be able to handle a boy b/c he gave me another little girl. I immdiately hoped for them to look alike, & to be alike. My first daughter was a good baby & became a very smart independant little girl. She goes to bed late & gets up early. If she falls down she cries like she has been hurt badly. She is sweet, shy,easy going, she is what I call a "scardy cat", she doesnt like to try new things, she is very cautious, she is more likely to run away crying when she is upset. She is emotional like me & very girlie. She is all about being a princess. I could already imagine them sharing clothes, makeup and all the other good sisterly things (i didnt grow up with mine so i really had no idea but I guess the best i could).
To begin with, this pregnancy was complicated from the time I found out I was pregnant. My first pregnancy went smoothly, other than having gestational diabeties & her being born 9lbs on her due date. This time around, I was put on bed rest at only 14 weeks. Madison was born 2 weeks early weighing 8lbs2oz. She was dark complected & had jet BLacK straight hair. My own boss told me that if he didnt know any better he would have thought her father was latino, lol.
As the years have gone by, Madison has proven to be the complete opposite of her sister. She is much more agressive, adventourous, deliberate in her actions, blunt with how she feels & what she wants. She isnt afraid of anything or anyone. She is much more physical with people & she is prone to getting very angry & isnt afraid of hitting you or throwing something at you. she loves her sleep: she tends to sleep 12hrs as long as no one bothers her, She is always falling down but always jumps back up saying "im ok".
I say all the time that God gave me a girl that is as close to being a boy as could be.
DISCLAIMER:
These blogs are the raw, unedited truth. This is as real as it gets, no lies, nothing hidden. My cards are laid out on the table. Most people in life try to keep their secrets hidden & in doing so the general population make up their own asumptions of what is going on, this is also known as rumors. I figure, People are going to talk about me so why not give them the truth, all the facts, no parts left out. So, this is me, take it or leave it. Either you like me or you dont but at least Im REAL.
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