Be careful what you wish for. I've heard that so many times in my life and now I see exactly what that meant. When I was little and used to think about my life when I grew up, I saw myself being a wife and mother and teacher. Those were my goals from a very young age. However, I also secretly hoped and prayed that those children would be girls. Boys were icky. Todd Boyd was mean to me and I decided I didn't like boys and didn't want any of my own. (Thank you Todd????)
Well, while I was pregnant each time, I also prayed for a girl and I thought I was just in God's good favor when I gave birth each time to a sweet, cute, baby girl. Sometimes I thought maybe God and I had a special little "understanding". All I could think about was hair bows, dresses, cute shoes, dance classes, blonde pigtails and cute stuff. Well, yes, I got all that each time. I thought I had finally hit the jackpot of life.
Here is where the laughing begins. About age 9 or 10 everything changes. Then it keeps changing and changing until you have to dig out old photos and videos to see that sweet princess you had when they were ages 0-8ish. All hell breaks loose. You become the enemy, the dork, the pain in the rump, etc.
Fast forward to teenage years. This has been something I never dreamed would happen. Girl drama, independent thinking, etc. Right now my oldest are 18 and 16 and are both going through a big friend drama that involves others' moms and the need to block texts and calls from girls and more. This past week has been one of little sleep, much stress and pain. I'm exhausted. I feel defeated. I want to wake up when they have this all figured out.
I do love them all, and I am thankful that they are still with me on this earth, because I can't imagine what would happen to me if something serious happened to any of them. But I do know that boys are easier. I have heard this from absolutely everyone. I thought God was cutting me a break by letting me have my wish of choice of sex of my children. Actually, he was probably giggling right next to my dad and saying, "Sure, no problem! Good luck with that!".
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Heh.... you gotta love a good sense of humor! :-)
ReplyDeleteHi...I have three girls too, ages 17, 14 and 7. I TOTALLY understand. I still don't know if I'd want boys though...they are completely foreign to me. I watch small boys wrestle and pound each other, and bounce off walls (literally), and I think, Dear Lord, WHY do they do that?
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