girls, let's play nice now.

raising girls might very well be the death of me.
They can scratch out your eyeballs and stand in front of a bus for you all in one breath.
We're strange creatures aren't we?

The thing about girls is they can be so plain awful.
They can be simply amazing.

For example, I am sort of a black sheep in my neighborhood.
The ladies like to talk. So with the term ladies, I suppose I am being generous.
Yes, that is the kind of neighborhood I live in.
I don't like to join in all their reindeer games.
Why?
rumor has it I think I am too good for them.
truth is I want to be good to them.
If they are going to stand there and pretend to be my friend and then turn around and tell someone else all about me. It won't be good. I won't be good. I'll spoil the whole game.
Maybe I am just not built for it.
I don't like to make assumptions about people.
I can't keep quiet in the mean girl games. I'll call them out on it.
There is no way of knowing what kind of life or experiences a person has had.
This is the plain awful I meant.
This time of year that makes me think about it more.
I turn down most of the party invites.
I guess that makes me awful.

Then there is the amazing.
True girl support.
encouragement.
Understanding.
There is no one who will "get it" all more than another woman.
A true friend is like a superpower.
really.
This past year I have found so much of that.
It's breathtaking.

So back to my girls, who might kill me.
I want them to be the amazing.
I will try with all my heart and soul to keep them from being the awful.
Even if it kills me.

What do you do to nurture your girls?
Will you play nice with me?