I've never been too much of a girly girl. Fashion and makeup weren't all that important to me until I was a full fledged adult. Aside from my 2 years of cheerleading in high school, I didn't run (still don't!) with a gaggle of girls. So when I thought of having kids, I thought I preferred to have boys. I figured they'd be much easier to raise. Totally sexist, I know. But I wouldn't have to deal with girl tween-hood! Periods, body issues, cattiness from other little girls... Ugh.
My firstborn is a boy. I somehow knew it when I found out I was pregnant and I was ecstatic. I rejoiced with a fist pump (I was in New Jersey after all) when I had the ultrasound confirming it. I loved (love!) everything about having a little boy. When TheBoy was about 18 months old, I decided I wanted another baby. I don't know that it was wishful thinking, I just assumed that I'd have another boy. When I found out I was pregnant a second time, I couldn't read my body like I did the first time. But when I was sitting in the waiting room for my 20 week ultrasound, I got this very distinct feeling that I was going to see a girl on the monitor. And clear as day, there she was. It was a very peaceful, satisfying moment.
My daughter is 5 years old today, and I am so very proud of the loving, curious, intelligent, little person she is growing into. Sometimes when I catch a glimpse of her playing, or hear her talking with a friend or her brother, I stop. Because for now, I don't have to worry about puberty, drama or some boy breaking her heart. I just soak up all these innocent, and joyful moments of her as I can.
Happy Birthday my sweet girl.