Mama: When I found out I was having a daughter, I knew what kind of girl I wanted to bring up. Her middle name is that of her paternal great-grandmother’s. She is named in honour of the woman I want her to become; tenacious, but kind. Loved by those she loves but takes no prisoners. Feisty, Fearless and Fabulous. I want her to push boundaries, to be whatever she wants to be regardless of whether that is a ‘male dominated’ field; that will not deter my daughter, she will move mountains if needs be.
I forgot two things when deciding all this whilst pregnant and feeling her kick and roll around inside of me; firstly that it’s not me that gets to decide any of this, it was either already decided in her DNA or she will be decided by her through her own thoughts, opinions and experiences. She is a part of me, but I am not a part of her. The second thing I forgot was that it’s all very well to raise a feisty woman, but I have to live with a feisty child in the meantime.
Mia: I’m a pretty relaxed, easy-going kid. I know what I want though and I won’t stop until I get it. Like when I climb all over things and Mama to get to the remote, which clearly shows I want Peppa Pig on. Dada laughs when I do this and says to Mama “well you wanted her to be feisty”. When I say “No!” and shake my head Mama laughs and tells me: “I gave you the right middle name.” I didn’t crawl for a long time because if I wanted a toy on my play mat I would just pull the mat until it was close enough. Easy! I am not walking yet either. It’s ok for getting around furniture if you want to climb but it’s so much quicker crawling. Mama worries about this and speaks to lots of people about it. She always wants me to do the next thing but I’m cool with doing it whenever. I like to keep her guessing, it’s fun.