Girls Will Be Girls

We had 3 daughters in 2 1/2 years. Busy!  And I was shocked every time my husband was the the butt of jokes from his fraternity "brothers" about his unfortunate situation.  Made me determined that my girls would be able to always land on their feet and stand on their own two feet. They would not be pushovers, but would be strong and confident and capable. They were girley girls all the way...sparkles, princesses, glitter everywhere, but they were not going to be sissies. They would not cry in baseball.  So when my young daughter was playing and planting her garden she was not afraid to get her pink gloves dirty. She discovered a whole colony of earth worms...and collected them in a plastic rinsed out ice cream container.  Everyday she would care for her worms...keep the worms in the shade and keep the soil moist. She named the worms. One day I heard crying.  My other daughter was standing by the worms, crying those big crocodile tears..she wanted a worm collection too.  I explained to my daughter who had the collection it was also in her best interest to share, and she should think about this and try to figure something out.  The daughter that wanted the worms was in agreement with this perspective and stopped crying. I went back in the house and I didn't hear any more crying. The girls were both happy. My daughter split every worm in half.