My second pregnancy, I again had hopes for a sweet little girl. I would have one of each and they would be close like my brother and I. Those dreams were changed when I found out that it was a boy.
I became comfortable being a mom of boys. We played with army men, legos and it seems everybody was always dirty. I learned new things about sports and just how snuggly boys could be. And I realized I kind of liked being a boy-mom.
Sure, they got into EVERYTHING. I found my kid on top of the kitchen table or in the middle of the built-in bookcases. And yeah, I did have to constantly remind them to not fight with each and to use words, not hands. But when they put their chubby little faces next to mine for Eskimo kisses I didn't care.
Another thing happened. The older I became, the more I remembered how I behaved as a teenager. Girls are awful. We are moody, sassy creatures that have obsessions for purses and shoes. What would I ever do with a mini-version of myself? Which is why when I learned I was pregnant, I wanted a third boy.
Everybody thought I was crazy. WHY would I want all boys? But because God has a bigger plan than any of us could POSSIBLY understand, he didn't listen to what what I wanted. And at the ultrasound, they gave me the big news. I was having a girl. Every plan I had went out the window, but a great thing happened. They were replaced with new ones.
And six years ago today.. my family was blessed with a pink bundle of joy. I was no longer just a mom to boys. I had my very own diva-in-training princess.
You are one of the sweetest little girls. You are kind, funny and so smart. Everyone loves you when they meet you.
I'm incredibly glad I didn't get what I wanted.. our family would have never been complete without you in it. We needed a little girl in our lives.
Happy 6th Birthday to a living doll..
|enjoying her birthday lunch at school|