Monday, March 22, 2010
The Little Girl
So rarely do I dwell on the fact that I am the sole possessor of girly bits in my Trenches. I am definitely a guy's gal and it somehow seems fitting that I should be surrounded by males. It's all sports, all rough and tumble, and all nuts and balls talk around these parts.
Yet there is one little girl...
She's not yet 2. Her name is Kira and she's the youngest daughter of one of my fellow football moms. Kira's mom and I have become close over the past year.
I don't know what it is, but I have physical uterine PANGS when I see Kira interact with my boyz. All 3 of them are sooo gentle with her. So loving. So "big brotherish". And it makes me wonder what could have been...
(Insert standard disclaimer here: I love my family. I love my life. I'm FINE with the way things are. We are ALL DONE having children. I couldn't imagine my life without my 3 monkeys. There's just always that little bit of wistfulness that doesn't go away...)
I joke with my friend and ask her if she minds if I call Kira "Lydia". The name of the girl I never had.
Except I'm not really joking.
And then when I see this?