When I was pregnant with my daughter, I envisioned her
wearing headbands with flowers bigger then her face… at all times.
In real life, that lasted for about 5 minutes. When she was
tiny (and couldn’t coordinate her hands to rip them off) she had no problem
wearing headbands.
Then she got older, and could have cared less. My hopes of
tutus and glitter seemed like they were slipping away as I watched her play
cars with her brother and Daddy. I wasn’t exactly a “girly-girl” when I was
little, but nonetheless, having a daughter, that’s what I was hoping for with
her.
I know she’s not even two, and it’s far too early to “label”
her preferences in clothes and accessories, but as of recent, my hopes for
headbands and nail polish have been restored!
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