Our dear friends in Virginia that we are visiting have three boys. Caleb is turning 7 next month, Isaac is 5, and Micah is 3. If you could harness all the energy in this house for just an hour, you could probably power a mall for a day. So, it’s been interesting being around these three boys–and noticing the differences between them and our girls. I thought I would do my favorite thing and make a list. I really want a boy, a son, but I realize that I need to appreciate what I do have. So here is my list of what it means to have girls.
1. When I separate my laundry into piles, I have two loads of just pinks.
2. I can kiss their boo-boos without worrying about making them into sissies. They’re girls–they’re supposed to be sissies.
3. I get to pick out or sew pretty dresses for them.
4. Pigtails. Nuff’ said.
5. Princess talk abounds, even in walks through the woods.
6. The likelihood of broken bones is less.
7. I get to plan two weddings. I kid, I kid.
8. Ballerina twirls.
9. They want to make things look pretty.
10. I understand them. Mostly.
11. We outnumber Zac, so when it comes to voting on things I can usually get them to side with me.
12. They rarely walk; skipping is their mode of transportation.
Mommy to two girls. Wife to one husband. Daughter to a kidney donor. Recipient of said kidney. Domestic rookie. Sinner. Hostess of football parties. Free Spirit (whatever that means). Seamstress-in-training. Saint. Closet football fan. Canaan bound.
Marga
on Mar 17th, 2010
@ 9:09 pm:
Too sweet! And they are such special girls too!!!! Thank you for them!