We meet in the middle, but will journey far together

2009- Congratulations it's a boy!  I knew I would thoroughly enjoy being the mother of a son. All my childhood was spent enduring bike crashes, exploring creeks, building bridges, and even peeing outside (much to mother's dismay).  My father called me the wild child, my mother called me accident prone, my friends thought of me as a tom boy.  I knew he would not lack in adventuring even though he was being raised by a single mom.

one marriage and 6 years later

2015- Congratulations it's a girl!  My world of skinned knees and muddy hands came to a screeching halt in my mind.  I was a deer in the headlights when I thought of the road I would have with my daughter.  Fear crippled me.  How? How was I going to do this?? Girls are so complicated, so emotional, so...pink!  I remember premature conversations with my husband about the future troubling teen years and how she would most definitely hate me during them.  It was all so new and I was scared.  

However, the more she grows, the more I let go of this fear.  I cannot believe how connected we are to one another.  I look at her and she lights up, we ignite joy in one another.  She is helping me find femininity, she sparks memories of girly times full of daily tutu dressing and dreaming of being a prima ballerina.  She has sparkle and she is beautiful and lively.  And yet the sweetness of her smile does not hide her desire for adventure.  She's destined to be a daredevil; she loves being tossed and roughed around.  She has been calmed by the presence of trees and the wide open sky, she already appreciates God's beautiful creation but must remain in motion.  Now it is exciting to think about the future.  What is even more amazing is that in watching her grow I am learning to see my own worth.  God knew I needed a girl.  The best way we learn is by teaching.  Showing her how valuable she is because we are God's own daughters is teaching me how valuable I am.  Looking at her is like looking at the reflection of my own soul.

**We chose Renee as her middle name, same as mine.  She looks nothing like me but sharing a middle name makes me feel more connected to her.  Just for some background Renee is the female version of  Rene.  The name Renee means "reborn".  I'd say it's pretty fitting.

Brynn Renee 5 1/2 months