Of course there are some girly things I love. I am a girl after all. I love romance novels. I love romantic comedies, not love stories though. Husband is definitely the more romantic one in the relationship. I don't think of candlelight dinner and sweet things to do. I'd say I'm girly because I like clothes. I hate them for myself, but I love them for my kids. Kind of like playing with dolls when you're little. You get to dress them up however you would like.
Was I always a tomboy? Not really. I mean, I liked to climb trees and play catch, but I also loved to go shopping, play dress up, play with dolls, etc. My room growing up with pink with hearts and flowers. My curtains and bedding were floral and ruffles. I loved dresses and skirts and pretty shoes. I liked having tea parties. I have always loved my nails to be done, but back then, it was normal colors. I loved my hair in pretty styles. I'm not sure when the tomboy in me took over. I think it was gradual.
I love watching Sunshine be a great mix of girly girl and tomboy. Yesterday, she was in her very frilly, very pink Easter dress and was bouncing around like a monkey. She's tough as nails, too. While chasing the Easter Bunny, she ran right into the bumper of Husband's truck. It took her out of commission for a couple of minutes, but she went back to looking for eggs. I love watching her dress up like a fairy and play pirate at the same time. I love that she holds and rocks her babies and then sticks them in a dump truck and runs around the house. I love that she looks at worms and digs in the dirt and then comes in and dances like a ballerina. People thought I would knock the girly right out of my girl, but she is her own person. She's a week from her third birthday, but it's more like she's going on 16.
So, am I a closet girly girl? No, sorry to disappoint everyone. I am who I say I am and I am raising my daughter to be who she is...girly girl or tomboy or both.