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I see a little bitty gull.

'Tis a fascinating thing to watch a daughter grow. A New Kind of beauty. Graceful. High strung. Pillow fluffing. A tiny woman. She's fantastically amazing.

My understanding of her is innate and easy after struggling for ages to understand a house full of little boys. I always made it harder than it should've been and my heart was too soft. I don't know what it is to be a man - I only know to love them. A woman needs a different sort of strength which I instinctively will into my daughter even while secretly admiring the way she wields her femininity. She instinctively manages all the men in her life, bending them to her will. She's lovely, true. But, more so, the magic of her femininity is raw guilelessness.

I lost touch with mine until I met her. So I watch and learn. Relunctantly, I step in to save her from herself. These moments jog my memory and I remember why I gave up that power.


  1. This is a beautiful piece of writing and I can really relate. I am learning so much from my daughter every day. Have a wonderful Easter break with your family x

  2. Thank you, Sarah. Wonderful to meet you.

  3. You have a lovely way with words. I can relate to every word of that. I too am raising a little girl in a house of boys.It is unblievable at 17 months how she has everyone of her four big brothers wrapped around her little finger.

  4. Thank you for your sweet words!
    I love thinking about YOUR little bitty gull running show. I bet she is one sassy number!

  5. This is a lovely piece. I've always imagined myself with boys, don't know what I'll do if I have a girl.

  6. I felt the same way. I had 3 little boys and was a little afraid when I found out I was having a daughter. Didn't feel up to the task.

  7. What a fabulous piece. I was just reflecting on this sentiment today (although not as eloquently I must say!). Thanks for Rewinding this Weekend x


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