It was a year ago, give or take a couple days, that I found out I was pregnant. By total surprise. After I had written myself off as an infertile mess. Huh. Then, just before New Years, I was surprised yet again to find out I was going to be having a girl.
I’d gotten rather used to having boys. I sort of just expected that I would have boys. That was the “default answer” and I was pretty okay with that. There’s something so sweet about boys. I’ve always said (and still do) that if I had to have children of only one gender, that I would rather have all boys than all girls. I think, honestly, that it would be easier. Girls, particularly more than one girl at a time, freak me out. There’s a sort of “pack” thing that goes on with girls and I would fear for my sanity especially during the teenage years.
Not that boys aren’t a challenge. But I’ve always felt that I could probably handle boys a lot easier than I could girls. And at least I wouldn’t have to explain what a “period” is to a boy, right?
All of this said, I am really enjoying having a daughter. I am truly amazed that it is a little different. For me, at least. She seems to have a different sort of temperment than either of the boys ever had. Which isn’t to say she is a perfect angel. Because she can be a needy, clingy, sharp (OMG the fingernails) little creature. But, oh my stars, I just love her to death. And I spend a lot of time looking into her eyes and trying to imagine the girl and woman she will become. I’m truly humbled by her.
Liam tries to show Evie how to play with his old ‘saucer.