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It's a GIRL! You're a girl, I mean. We got the results back a little later than I previously thought, however, that doesn't matter, because we found out tonight that you are a beautiful little girl! I am overjoyed that I get to be the mother to a strong, powerful woman. I promise to make you strong. I am, however, a little ticked off that your father got his way. He was just born with luck on his side, I guess. You better believe that he was happy that you're a girl and that he no longer has to choose a boy name. I did task him with coming up with your middle name, however, and I think he's going to take quite a while to do so. But, that's okay, because, as of right now you are little Mina Anderson-Wolfson, and I have the privilege of being the first to type that out.
I can't wait until you can proudly spell you own name, I can't wait until I hear it being called when you win a million awards, and I can't wait to read it in the news when you do something great. I have such high hopes for you, and I promise that I will do my best to equip you with everything you need to be healthy, happy, strong, smart, and successful.
I do have my fears, however. I just know you're going to be drop dead gorgeous, and with that comes blessings and curses. Blessings because, statistically speaking, good-looking people get what they want easier/more, they're more successful, and they get let off the hook more often. The flip side to that, or the "curses," are that you will get harassed for most of your life. Boys your age and even grown men are going to harass you, make you feel uncomfortable, and possibly try to coerce you into things you do not want to do. This I why I must make you strong. I will make it so you need no protection other than yourself. Karate, Taekwondo, self-defense classes- whatever it takes, I'll make sure you have a winning chance against anyone who comes near you or tries to do you harm. I'll also buy you a million tasers and mace, just in case. I asked your father if we were going to make you strong and, in Joseph fashion, he replied that he's not sure if he knows how to do that. But, that's okay, because he has strength in him that he'll pass on unknowingly, and that is good, too. If all else fails, I volunteered to go to jail for killing whoever harms you, since my depression will probably get me an insanity plea, and I may not do much time; shoot, I may even go to a psych ward! Joking aside,I will protect you and make sure no one ever hurts you.
Be strong, my girl.
I can't wait until you can proudly spell you own name, I can't wait until I hear it being called when you win a million awards, and I can't wait to read it in the news when you do something great. I have such high hopes for you, and I promise that I will do my best to equip you with everything you need to be healthy, happy, strong, smart, and successful.
I do have my fears, however. I just know you're going to be drop dead gorgeous, and with that comes blessings and curses. Blessings because, statistically speaking, good-looking people get what they want easier/more, they're more successful, and they get let off the hook more often. The flip side to that, or the "curses," are that you will get harassed for most of your life. Boys your age and even grown men are going to harass you, make you feel uncomfortable, and possibly try to coerce you into things you do not want to do. This I why I must make you strong. I will make it so you need no protection other than yourself. Karate, Taekwondo, self-defense classes- whatever it takes, I'll make sure you have a winning chance against anyone who comes near you or tries to do you harm. I'll also buy you a million tasers and mace, just in case. I asked your father if we were going to make you strong and, in Joseph fashion, he replied that he's not sure if he knows how to do that. But, that's okay, because he has strength in him that he'll pass on unknowingly, and that is good, too. If all else fails, I volunteered to go to jail for killing whoever harms you, since my depression will probably get me an insanity plea, and I may not do much time; shoot, I may even go to a psych ward! Joking aside,I will protect you and make sure no one ever hurts you.
Be strong, my girl.
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