“Finally got it right, did ya?”
“Are you done having kids now that you got your boy?”
These are some of the comments my husband gets about our family. Not only is it driving me crazy, but it’s making him furious. He loves our daughters. They have melted his heart again and again. They are girly girls and tom boys. They love sports and princesses. He never, for one minute, wished they were boys instead of girls. We just have one question in response to those comments:
What is getting it “wrong” about having a girl?
Seriously! Would you tell your grandfather that he got it wrong when he fathered your mother? Did your father-in-law get it wrong when he fathered your wife? What are these men thinking when they tell Brent he got it right by having a son?
I’ll admit, I was hoping my first child would be a boy. I wanted all my other children to have a big brother. But when the tech said the baby was a girl, I fell in love with Sammi. I was excited for twirling dresses and setting curls in her hair. Then came baby number 2. I thought it would be fun to have a boy. You know, one of each. But when the tech said the baby was a girl, I was relieved. I knew what it was like to have a girl. I was excited to put her in all the girly clothes that Sammi grew out of too fast. Then with baby number three we hoped it would be a boy. I was ready for experiencing something different. But I had some fantastic girl names picked out. When the tech said baby was a boy we were excited, but I did have a moment of sadness of not having another girl and getting to use that fantastic name!
So far I’m happy with our family. We have stressful, tired, cranky days. But we also have loving, fun, playful days. I don’t know if we’re done adding children to our family, yet. Who knows. I’m grateful for each of our children, for who they are, not just their gender.