Little girls live their lives through their head, little boys, through hands and feet. I don't think I have the energy for little boys. 

Three girls, one book smart, one street smart, one right in the middle, now all college graduates and moving their lives forward.

How would you ever know?  They love you when they're young.  They hope you die when they turn 13. They ignore you in middle school and diagnose your lobotomy at 16.  But they will rediscover you in their early twenties. And you know what?  You will rediscover them. 

Ms. Book Smart is the suburban wife updated.  Happily married, loves to cook for friends, and sets up meetings for a multinational corporation. Ms. Street Smart is Greenwich Village cool.  An assistant for a New York fashion designer and right now is probably checking her email on a Macbook in a Chelsea coffee shop.  Ms. Middle of the Road, is, well, just that.  She is the youngest personal shopper for a high end retailer, bought her own condo at 22 and figured out how not to be objectified by men. 

Three distinct personalities.  Three ways of living life.  Three ways of making their parents proud.