“Mommy, how old does a lady have to be to have a baby girl?”
“Um…A lady can have a baby girl whenever God gives her a baby girl.”
“But how old do YOU have to be for God to give YOU a baby girl, Mommy?”
No, I’m NOT expecting, but that recent conversation with our 5 year old son, Quinn, really made me stop to think about the possibility of life with a little girl someday. The boys have even taken to praying for a sister on and off for a year or so.
The last 10 years, the entirety of my mothering life, has been all about boys. Tonka trucks, Lego creations, earthworms, basketball, and Spiderman have wiggled their way into my daily routine. To be honest, I may not know (or care) about the difference between a Storm Trooper and a Clone Trooper. I may throw away random Pokèmon cards that I find left out when they should be put away. I may not understand the appeal of Wimpy Kid books…but I love having boys.
Can I let you in on a little secret? Girls have always kind of scared me. Maybe that’s because I am nerdy tomboy, myself. I never really felt like I belonged, almost as if I never knew how to be a girl. I’m nearly 33 years old, and sometimes I feel like I’m still trying to figure it out. I guess I’m a little afraid of letting down a daughter that I don’t even have. Silly, I know.
I get boys. All my boys need is an open area in which to wrestle, a couple of Nerf guns, or a driveway where they can play some dodgeball…and they are happy as can be! They need food, love, and consistency. That’s pretty much it.
Of course, I also like the idea of dressing a little mini-me in cute boots and ponchos. I love the thought of introducing someone to all of the wonderful stories that captured me as I was growing up – Nancy Drew, Laura Ingalls Wilder, and Anne Shirley have always felt like kindred spirits. Who wouldn’t want to share those things?
My Beloved and I have often talked of the possibility about having a baby together someday, after he is out of the military and we can finally live together. We have even bounced potential names back and forth for future kiddos. I know that he would be an amazing father to a little girl, just as he has been a wonderful dad to my boys – that doesn’t give me one ounce of reservation. My hope is that I would be a good enough mom.
Maybe someday we’ll see blue once again, or maybe we’ll finally have the answer to Quinn’s question and see pink. Whatever happens, expanding our family or staying put with three growing boys, I never would have imagined the amount of love that I have for our manly munchkins. Ever. I’m guessing that I would feel the same way if we were to ever see pink. Maybe that is how a mother’s heart was made to work.
Do you know that saying of how when you have more than one child, the love you have doesn’t subtract – it multiplies? Yeah…it has been that times a million. And pink or blue, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
*Photo credit ~ NZ Portraits by Joanne. The top photo was taken on Quinn’s 1st birthday. The bottom photo was taken when Camden was 4, Quinn was one week old, and Aiden was 2 years old. I love those little feet!
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