I Always Wanted a Girl
I spent years raising boys: rough and tumble, digging in the dirt, stepping on matchbox cars in the middle of the night, snips and snails and puppy dog tails boys. First TR, then SW, then 11 years with two boys, and I always thought this was just going to be my life. I longed for a sweet little girl, and pigtails, and little dresses and playing dolls. But it was good really, because I had great boys.
Then out of the blue, surprises and miracles and all that, I had a little girl. Pink clothes in the closet and frills and lace and sugar and spice and all the nice stuff. A daughter to raise and teach all the womanly things and show her how wonderful it is to be female. I am so excited every day to be enjoying all these new experiences. I love the thought of watching her grow and having tea parties and doing crafts and dressing up dolls. It’s going to be so wonderful!
That is, wonderful if it ever actually happens. Because, of course, she’s growing up with two big brothers. Big all boy brothers. Already she crawls around the floor dragging Mideval Swords with her. She can throw a baseball and hit you right in the head nine times out of ten. Given the chance, she dashes off into Bubba’s room and goes straight for the Playstation controller.
Just this evening, she was sitting on TR’s lap while he played a RPG on the computer. She started laughing hysterically so I asked him what was so funny. He said, “She loves it when I stab the two-headed bears with flaming swords.”
