Blessings

It does not happen often that I pine for a daughter.  But making this made me pine for a daugther.

I of course, made it for my niece.  It will be a test to see if the skirt fits as I failed to consider the diaper in the length.  She will probably need bloomers to make it decent.  The shirt is just a tshirt and it'll fit forever.  Okay not forever.  But another 9 months.

There are things about raising a daughter I do not envy.  I don't envy folks having to tell their daughters how to dress or behave like young ladies, or dealing with the drama that I see more of in our female preschool friends.  I'm good with boys, and sports.  I was never good at doing hair or putting on make up.  I wasn't raised that way.  Looks and beauty were most definitely not encouraged.  Dates were not encouraged and I think that was a decent way to do things.  Those sorts of things tend to work out on their own.  The dating thing anyway, might have been nice to learn how to do my own hair.

When I finished the skirt I cried a little.  So tiny and cute, and no one here to put it on.

And then I sucked it up and said a blessing that I have two healthy boys and a niece to make clothes for.  No reason to get down about something I can not change and wouldn't even if I could.