Funny how time has a way of changing what you think you want. Before I had children, I vacillated between not wanting any children at all to warming to the idea of possibly six. I also thought it might be fun to be the mother of all boys, thinking my husband would take said boys on campouts and outings that were too rugged for girls. I would have a coveted night with some girlfriends and do girly things.
Then I got my girl. My Brittany girl. I was so happy that the all boy idea didn't pan out. I loved dressing her, doing her hair up in girly curls and doing things, "just us girls". Her brothers were accommodating in that they would play Barbies with her, but I really wanted her to at least have one sister. She longed for sisters. My brother would have 3 daughters, and my sister-in-law would have 4. Anytime any of them were in town, they would whisk my daughter off to have that "sister" time she always wanted. I never got the opportunity to give her a sister.
Fast forward a few years. Britt's first baby was a girl. Andrew's first was a girl, our delicious Makayla. And now, Brittany and Nate are having a girl of their very own! Girls as far as the eye can see! I finally am getting the girls I never got.
This is not to say that I love my sons any less. But, that is a post for another day.
3 years ago
