Two Girls

A little under six years ago, I went to my doc for the 20 week ultrasound. I was sure the kicker in my tum was a wanna be soccer player and was already bent upon kicking his mom's butt. But then the lady at the exam smiled "it is a girl!". I didn't think much of it at the time, the only feeling can remember is relief... I didn't get men, there was no way, I could raise one.
Over the years i have dared to dream, a little bit. About what mom and daughter could do ...the girlie stuff. I see a young lady whoes favourite colors are pink and purple. She is affectionate and kind, she hides her face when ever people raise their voices in the TV. She loves to talk. She has a ton of little kids who she feeds, dresses, talks and puts to bed ( and does not perform surgery upon) .

And today, we went to a nails shop and got a pedicure. We walked in, picked out our colors. Uma picked out a sugar pink and I picked out a pink too, in her honor. We sat as the girls trimmed the cuticles, massaged the feet and put on the nail color. I turned to look at her about a hundred times in the 20 min interval, while she sat there chatting with the girl who was doing her nails, talking about her school, her favourite color and what kind of flowers she wanted on the big toe.
Then the two girls dried their nails, exchanged notes, put their shades back on and walked out to the car... ready to tackle the summer with open toed sandals and pink toes!