I was going to write about Amelia’s trial karate class, but it ended up being uneventful.  She just kept her head down with both of her index fingers in her mouth and declared, “I want to do something pwetty… I want to be a pwincess.” 

Turns out I’m the only person she enjoys beating the snot out of… daily.  I don’t get it.  She literally took me down in an arm bar the other night.  I had such high expectations… little boys would one day try to flirt with her… then she would pull a few moves that would make Chuck Norris proud.

But it wasn’t to be.  I wouldn’t get to see Chuck Norris nodding his approval after her perfectly executed roundhouse kick, just more dressing up and being “pwetty”.  I guess that’s alright since I’ve got two of the pwettiest girls in the world.  Besides, she already holds her own when we play fight.  If she actually got some formal training, she might be able to get the better of me.

So where does that leave me?  I’m the testosterone laden dad in a house with three girls and a female dog.  I’m outnumbered by estrogen four to one, but I’m fine with that.  One thing I’ve learned over the past few years is that being in house full of women doesn’t take away from my masculinity any more than being in a dark room takes away the light of candle.  In fact, it gives it a chance to shine.  If you don’t believe me, just ask one of my girls to pull your finger.

So whenever you feel out of place be thankful that you’re not just blending in with your surroundings.  Make the most of your opportunity to shine.  Likewise, if you find that you never stand out, you may be trying too hard to blend in.