Before we knew Issa was a girl, there was a little part of me that thought she might be a boy. I thought the pregnancy was different, I thought I was carrying slightly different than I did with Cora, and I suppose there was also a little part of me that thought it might just be fun to have one girl and one boy. That perfect little family of four that you see in every commercial. When I opened that little envelope and saw the words “It’s a girl” that had been scribbled by the ultrasound technician, I felt a small sense of loss for that boy I had been anticipating. But I also felt a sense of quiet joy. I knew Orlando wanted a boy, but I think in my heart of hearts I knew two girls would make my spirit happy.
About a week after we found out we were expecting our second girl, a NYC mom blogger called Mommy Shorts posted a picture of her two girls reading a book together. I commented that I was pregnant with baby girl number two, and she responded that I was in for so much cuteness in the years ahead. I have to say, we’re only six months in and I can see that she was right. I watch Issa carefully observing Cora, or catch Cora entertaining Issa, and there is no other way to describe it except to say that my cup overflows.
One superficial bonus to having two girls? Playing dress up. I had been following small shop owner Krystle of KRZA on Instagram forever for her adorable headbands, turbans, and beanies, but I finally took advantage of a flash sale she was having to pick up these mommy & me sets for all three of us. Cora and Issa may be horrified someday to see pictures of us all dressed alike, but I thought it would be fun for as long as they will actually keep them on their heads. Be sure to check out Krystle’s work if you have little ladies as well, or just shop for yourself!
Beyond just the fashionable perks to having two girls, I have to say I truly believe my babies are the perfect example that God gives you what you are meant to have in life. Maybe all my feminist, girl power ways have been preparing me for the task of raising young ladies all along. Maybe I am just the right person to be their mother. Maybe I am blessed enough to have exactly the family I need. I’m certainly starting to think so, because I can’t imagine my life without them.