I always thought I would be the mom of girls.
I just figured I would have a few little piggy tailed, dress wearing, boy chasing girls when I became a mom.
Baby #1 came out of the belly, with the sex being unknown, there was the momentary lapse in time where you are wondering. Then the announcement came - it's a boy! I thought oh, well.... ok, big brothers (in my mind) are way better then big sisters - so that is good!
Next babe gets thrown out of the cosmos into my stomach (that is how it works right?) and low and behold there is our precious little girl, there she is and how fun an older brother and a younger sister... this will be great we were thinking.
We were good parents - fabulous actually. We were really good at juggling a 20 month old and a 3 month old (well, looking back - duh! almost anyone can learn to juggle two balls if they have to!) We were so good (in our minds) that we decided to have one more, a sister for our girly.
Of course now we all know that it doesn't work that way - in most cases you can not pick your sex (unless you are using a Petri dish) and it did not work this time either. We found out ahead of time via ultrasound that our wee one #3 was to be a boy. We told ourselves this was to prepare the two rugrats at home (but in reality I didn't want any wrong feelings at the announcement of the sex) I still thought I was to be the mom of girls.
Well, story goes that a few years. I find out on the same day that my check book goes all sorts of wrong that I was unexpectedly pregnant AGAIN! (now, stop. I love babe #4 and am so thrilled he is my life, but on that day when I realized I was going to be the mom of 4 kids........ on that day my oldest was barely 4 years old, on that day there was no money, and I was so very tired, on that day.... yeah -that day..... ) On that day I told my self that surely this was the sister we had so badly been wanting. 15 weeks later when we are in the ultrasound room and the tech asks if we thought it was a boy or girl and we both resounded "GIRL" I think she was slightly frightened to tell us we were wrong. She squeaked out a quick - nope*.
Fast forward - 5 years later we are sitting in the park yesterday, my friend and I. I am zoned out watching the waves roll around the lake when she snaps me from my daze by saying "....this is why I am not the mom of boys, I would go crazy!" Having no clue what she was talking about I said "WHAT?".
"The one doing wheelies and stuff (right) in front of us, I couldn't handle that"
"Oh, I didn't even notice", I say
".....and this proves my point." she states matter of factly
'that is why YOU are the mom of boys."
Of course she is right - this mom of three girls. I love my girly I am so very happy that she is in my life. Had I not had a girl I would still think that God was playing a cruel trick on me and mixed up my order. My life is indeed better for having this beautiful, smart, caring, sassy girly girl in my life and I look forward to watching her grown into a lady............ however,
it is the emotional, moody, friend issue, hormonal upheavals, attitude at life-ness that girls possess that I can not handle.
I can handle blood, I can handle physical fights (for now, but the day is going to come that I won't be able to seperate them and they are just going to have to fight it out-soon!) I actually enjoy the wheelie popping, tree climbing, rough housing, truck playing, grass stained, sword fighting, dirt carrying, bug squishy, chaos that is boys. I have never liked mind games - someone remembered this when handing out children ..... I am glad that we don't get all that we think we want!