my daughter

At lunch yesterday, I was telling my friend Melissa how, for a variety of reasons, I'm glad that I have two sons instead of a daughter.  And I am...really. And there's no chance of another baby in our family...really.  But I guess it did get me thinking...

If I'd had a daughter...

I would have named her Erin Eleanor.

Erin just because I like it, Eleanor because of this beautiful song that I love...

"Plucked from the sky like diamonds...plucked from the sky like spring's new leaf...whether it's God's will or my wish, it happened, thank God...you were plucked from the sky like dragonflies...you're almost an angel, Eleanor..."

I would have decorated her room with this bedding set.

Cute, but not too girly.

I would have had to overcome my aversion to pink.

Or maybe I would have grown to love it?

I wouldn't have been the only girl in my house.

I would have been able to play Barbies.

I hope I would have taught her to respect herself, and others, and to not be afraid.

The same lessons I hope to teach my sons.