When I was pregnant with Scarlet, I was obsessed that she be a girl. Obsessed. Almost to the point where I didn’t want to believe my Ultrasound Technician for fear I’d be of the really, really small percentage of people who are told they’re having a girl and actually have a boy. I know it’s rare but we’ve all heard of that happening to a friend of a friend. Right?
And. I’m a little nutty.
I wanted a girl for a few reasons. One, my mom gave birth to two daughters so it was kinda the only life I knew for the first five years of my life. Two, there’s nothing like a baby girl. Siiigh. All of these reasons are stupid, I know now. I wish I hadn’t told people that I so wanted a girl because if I had had a boy, they would have thought I was disappointed. And as far as I know, no, I wouldn’t have been disappointed with any healthy baby put into my arms, seconds after birth. I know this.
There was a real reason I wanted a girl. I wanted to name her after my grandmother, Bella. I loved my grandmother so, so, so much that after she passed, I wanted her name to live on forever. Or at least, for several more generations. This is the true reason I wanted a girl, or at least a girl first. I needed to use the name Scarlet Bella like I needed air to breathe.
Once I got my Scarlet Bella, I was convinced, that the rest of life would just be gravy.
There’s a second real reason I wanted a girl baby. Three words. Red pea coat. I have always been known for wearing a red pea coat, or at the very least, some off shade of red. This has been going on since freshman year of high school and will continue into eternity. Track down anyone from my past. Ask them a physical feature of mine that stands out in their memory. They’ll either say that my hair was super long or that my coat was red and pea. Guarantee it.
So when Nana sent Scarlet a package in the mail late last week I was delighted to discover a red pea coat, quite like any red pea coat I’ve ever had. My mini-me plans were complete! I rubbed my hands in delight.
Over the weekend, we three were in the yard and decided to go for a walk in the woods, and explore how far back our land goes. I made jokes about needing that land to build a sweat lodge, a mud spa or an underground Trader Joe’s but…they weren’t jokes. That’s our land, baby! I think it’s important to have land during these scary economic times. You never know when and how you’ll need it. I just sounded exactly like my dad!
Dude. This is our land. “This land is my land! This land is your land…” Heck, no. This is our land. This is where we are safe from the Zombie Apocalypse. And can I just say? I don’t like the current Zombie obsession/craze. I’m a Zombie Grinch. Can’t stand ’em. That’s just the part of me that secretly worries they’ll be real one day. Or already are!!!!!
“One day, Simba, all of this will be yours.”
This land is her land.
The Bowman Homestead, for what she sees fit to do with it. And even if not, this is where her first memories will be located.