I was just reading Johnny's blog and his post today got me to thinking.
When I was younger, I always said that I only wanted to have sons. Big, strapping boys who would catch bugs, play sports, and always be dirty. They would be handsome and funny and perfect gentlemen (of, course). I wanted no part of girls with their primping and whining and fear of earthworms, and don't even get me started on the teenage years!! (yes, I realize I am a girl and do not necessarily fit any of these descriptors).
When I was pregnant, I refused to let anyone find out the gender of the baby. I didn't want to find out,but in my heart I knew he would be a boy. Even though we did everything neutral as far as nursery and clothes, we called the baby him until he was actually born. I would have been happy with a girl too, but I was going to have a son. I love being the mom of a boy. Sure he is usually dirty and I've had to learn about dinosaurs and Pokemon and Power Rangers, but he picks me flowers and gives the best hugs ever. He is definitely handsome and funny and is well on his way to being big and strapping.
Having a son has made me realize how much I really need a daughter. This feeling is increased every time I spend time with my nieces. The twins were born 3 weeks before Alex and AB will be two in June. The yearning started the first time I went out to buy cloths for the twins. I kept thinking how I needed someone to wear capri pants and sundresses and sandals. I would love to have someone who wanted piggy tails (or at least could wear them with out stares from strangers). I wanted someone who may want to learn to sew and scrapbook (Alex is interested in both of these hobbies as well, but who knows how long that will last). Someone who would love to wear a cute skirt, but would also love to get sweaty playing soccer or basketball.
So I am very happy to say that I am the mother of a boy, but can't wait to get a new girl in our house as well.