My Girl

Mother's Day made me stop and reflect upon my kids.

My kids are totally swag. 

(They would kill me if I called them good, awesome, sweet, etc.)

I am actually lovin' having two teenage girls.  I am already sad that my oldest is growing up.  I sit back and try to figure her out because I don't know where her philosophy of life came from.  She is so not me.

She takes her own path in life. 

She doesn't fit the traditional, cookie-cutter "girl" mode.

She is content with who she is, doesn't try to be like all the other girls.

She has post-it notes of inspirational song lyrics above her bed.

She supports breast cancer with her black "Save the boobies" bracelet instead of the traditional pink and use of the word breast.

She has music blasting out of her room at all hours of the night.

She hides in her room reading at all hours of both the night and day.

She is one tough chic.  I suspect she threatened a boy with his life for picking on her younger brother.  (I'm not gonna ask about that one...)

I ask myself,

WHO IS THIS GIRL?

Then I looked back at my last post.

HHHHMMMM...

Sorry girl, but you even got my bubble butt from spending way too much time on the ice.

Look on the bright side, maybe you can get Daddy's legs. 
They can do miraculous things with electrolysis now days!