Motherly Advice {Boys...Not What I Had Planned}

Of all the animals, the boy is the most unmanageable.

~Plato

Boys. I never meant to have any. That was not part of my plan. I am not a boy kind of gal. I am a girly girl. I like pink and red and dainties and breakables. I like tea parties and dolls and Barbies. I'm not sporty or nature-y at all. I was so certain I should not have boys that we considered adoption simply to ensure we could have a daughter.

Eventually, we got to the tick tock internal clock do it or forget it question. We didn't have the money to pursue adoption. So, we took our chances.

Everyone said, "Oh, I'm sure it's a girl." I said, "Oh, I don't know."

And then, at 20 weeks, I did know. It wasn't a girl. I have to admit I needed a little time to grieve the loss of the images of me and "my daughter" having tea parties, shopping, comparing makeup and style notes, having that bond that my own mom and I have always had.

This is not to say that I wasn't thrilled to have conceived and to have a healthy pregnancy and baby. I was. And as soon as I let those images go, I was over it. The second time around I truly hoped for another boy. I was ready. I {kind of} knew what I was doing with a boy.

I had also realized something that God had known all along; I am better suited to be a boy mom. I may not be sporty, but I am rough and tumble. I may not like bugs and camping and hiking, but I love taking my boys out into nature and sharing the beauty and tragedy of it all {and I have my 3 year-old to kill the spiders for me}.

I like being the queen of the house. My place is secure...at least until they meet their own princesses one day. And one day, when my little princes are a bit older, I will take them to high tea with me {one of my favorite indulgences}, and we will enjoy the special time together.

God also knew that I have enough trouble getting myself put together and out of the house to have to worry about styling a daughter's hair. This is something that I am thankful for every time I glance into the rearview {backseat} mirror and realize I forgot to even comb their crazy cow licked hair.

Until I had my babies, I was certain I wanted girls, but felt as sure that I would have boys. As it turns out, two boys were exactly what I needed and wanted. Life is a matter of taking a chance, accepting what you end up with, and realizing that's what you needed all along. The thrill of it is rolling with it and learning from it; whatever aspect of life this applies to.

Boys. It's what my future was. God must think I have a lot to learn. Over and out...

Anna

Comments

[TLM]

THis is great! I love it! And you!

[Katy]

Love this! Exactly how I feel about God giving me a boy, too. : )