Knowing that I jinxed myself back in college, when I told my roommate "Just you wait, I'll be the one that ends up two or three girls when I have kids", I never complain about the lack of testosterone in my household. My girls are my world, and they are everything little girls should be- sassy, beautiful, strong, funny, and cuddly. It is just odd to me, at times, to be around friends that have little boys and being completely clueless as to what to do with them. Being a tomboy myself, it is a little ironic.
Don't get me wrong- it isn't that I don't know what it is like to live in a house with boys. I grew up with my smelly, strict, but lovable dad and two stinky brothers. I know that boys love to talk about farting and build forts and do everything in their power to make their sister's lives a living hell. I know that they don't like to play dress up, or watch Cinderella, or sit and color for hours at a time. My husband and I lived together for seven years before our girls were born, so I know all about how single (and newly married) men treat their homes less like their castle and more like a dropping zone. (Although come to think of it, I am not sure much has changed in eleven years in that department). To say that I not missing out on much there is only a matter of perspective.
While I admit that sometimes I get baby fever and wish we could try for that boy, I am so grateful that we can't. I wouldn't trade dress up time, stuffed animals, pink and purple bedrooms, makeup (albeit fake!), curling irons, their huge love of horses and princesses, and the screams of sheer delight they give when laughing for the world. I may not have ever imagined a life with two little girls in it, but I thank God every day for blessing our house with them. They are so much fun; more fun than I ever thought kids could be. Even when they are testing my patience, my sanity, and my temper, I love these two little monsters more than anything in the whole world. To the moon and back. Forever and ever.
Til next time,