For the longest time, I wanted a girl. Every time I was pregnant, I spent many nights praying and hoping that I would be blessed with a shopping buddy. Another chick to try and even out this house full of nuts and balls. I needed pink in my life. I wanted to buy another Barbie Dream house and play tea party. I was sick of seeing Legos and Hot Wheels scattered around the house. I needed some glitter in my life.
Three kids later...I didn't get it. Not that I don't love my boys with every little piece of my heart but I'm stuck in sports and Hot Wheels hell for a long time. The more I thought about it, the more I appreciate the fact that I do have all boys. Even if I had a little girl right now, she would have three older brothers that would turn her into the biggest tom boy in the world so I think it would be a lost cause.
Seeing little girls running around these days is another reason I'm glad to be surrounded with testesterone. I've seen eight year olds with bejeweled thongs these days. Thirteen year olds are carrying babies in their bellies. Most of these preteens are trying to look like they are eighteen. I don't think I can or want to handle that. I think I would lock a daughter up in a basement I don't have until she was thirty five.
I have always appreciated my boys but now days I'm appreciating them even more. I've became the sports mom and I'm totally okay with that. I don't have to sell cookies. I don't have to do crafts. I can get dirty with them and they don't like to shop so I can actually enjoy going by myself. I get to dance with them when they get married. And for the rest of their lives, they will always be momma's boys.
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