My Girls Are Just as Tough as Your Boys

Funny thing about raising daughters… despite the fact that I grew up as a girl (duh!), raising them is a hell of a lot harder than being one.

My daughters are 10, 7 and 5. I grew up with two younger brothers and all I dreamed about was having a sister. Somebody up there must have been playing with me because what I got was not one, not two, but three little girls. A whole house full of sisters.

So here is what I learned about having a house full of daughters.

• Girls are absolutely, positively just as rambunctious as boys. They fight, they wrestle, they hit each other, they pull hair (hey, they are girls).

• Girls are destructive. They break things, they draw on walls with permanent markers (can you tell I’m still bitter about that one?), they ruin everything they touch.

• Girls yell… and whine… and yell… and complain… and yell. Boy can they yell!

• Girls get dirty. That new dress I just bought? Stained with grape juice. Those new sparkly princess shoes? Toes scuffed off from riding their bike in them. Mommy’s new scarf? Used as a rope to climb up the rock wall.

You know the whole idea that girls are sugar and spice and everything nice? Not always. But sometimes.