Congratulations to my friend Jodi, on having baby girl number 4 yesterday.
This poem is for her, and all you wonderful mothers of daughters.
“Another girl?!” they ask in mock wonder.
“That makes, what, four?”
Wry smiles about bathrooms,
prom dresses, hormones and budgets.
“Well, maybe number 5 will be a boy.”
They say with a smirk that instantly
Rubs out this baby’s worth. All girls’ worth.
What good is another creature like me?
“Another girl”, I say to myself
Another mirror to show me how beautiful I am.
Another bright trill of laughter to fill out the symphony of our joyful home.
Another set of strawberry pigtails to delight strangers in the grocery store.
A loyal daughter who will parent like I do.
A sister in this family that will plan reunions, birthdays and graduations in grand style.
A branch in my family tree that becomes a trunk in her own–
Continuing the legacy of pigtails, parties, laughter and children.
It’s true, a darling boy would have carried on his father’s name–
but these girls carry on my heart.