Her favourite colour is glitter. Gold runs through her veins and she has tulle for hair. She would forage for food, but only in an enchanted forrest. To her dusty is only a word used to describe her favourite shade of pink. Her 3 year old knows the difference between edible glitter and craft glitter, and always checks which is which. She makes magical tepees and ladders for the fairies. And she has a whole room dedicated to confetti and ribbons.
And then the sonographer says three little words that will change everything she knows anything about... It's a boy.
No glitter. No tulle. No teeny tiny gold ladders leading to a teeny tiny pink door. It's a boy. A boy. How on earth will a boy fit into her creative world. How will she find her own style on the other side of the store amongst all of the shorts, trousers and cargo pants. With only half as many colours to play with, how will their life still be colourful and playful.
As it turns out, easily.
She finds it easily...
...By painting a map on the wall and making paper airplanes with the hopes and dreams for the future scribbled all over them. (More about this another time....).
...By hand sewing the cot mobile with gold threat to incorporate a hint of luxury and pizazz.
...And by taking a vintage map of the Middle East and plastering it over the letters that spell his name to ensure he grows up knowing that his life of great adventures started when he was born and grew up living in Abu Dhabi.
She discovered she quite likes grey and stripey as well as 50 shades of blue blue with stars.
She loves all things aeronautical, the older the better.
And she learned that life with a boy is every bit as creative and fun as with a girl. And it can look pretty amazing still too!
She now knows that this is exactly how her life was meant to be. And it is everything she had ever dreamed it could be