I am a mom of all boys. I never thought I would be. Boys always use to scare me. When I thought of motherhood I thought of things like girl scouts, Barbies, braiding hair and mother/daughter shopping trips. I thought of the relationship I had with my mom and how I would someday have that with my daughter. I saved a few of my little girl dresses and picked up a few new things the last couple of years. When I was pregnant with boy #1 and boy #2 I didn’t worry too much about it. I figured that I would have these two boys and then our 3rd would be our little girl.
I got pregnant with #3 and thought for sure this was my girl. I felt different (maybe that was just age) and everyone else around me was having girls (or so it seemed.) We went in for the 20-week ultrasound and right away the tech told me it was a boy. I didn’t quite catch it but I think I just wasn’t expecting him to say that. I really didn’t know how to react at that point. I was thrilled to have another boy but at that moment, my girl dreams were gone. This was going to be our last baby. This was it.
For a few weeks, I had to mourn the loss of never being the mom of a girl. Don’t get me wrong, I was so happy to have a healthy little boy and was so curious about which of his brothers he would take after. But since he was our last I had to come to terms with not having a daughter.
Baby J is now 10 months old and I really feel like I am growing into my role of the mom of three boys. And I am really digging it. People still make comments to me about it. Some are cute, some are annoying but they really don’t bother me anymore. Sure I might get a tinge of sadness when someone mentions something like a tea party or a girl scout event. But in the end, this is the family God has chosen for me. And I am going to trust he knows what he is doing. And I figure my little girl might just come in the form of a sweet little granddaughter 😉