I've learned a few things in the last few years. Especially since I carried my sweet Weston in my belly. One of those is that well meaning people's words can crush you. For years I've let these statements go, but maybe if your reading this you would think twice about asking these questions from now on. I know I'm not alone in these feelings.
Maybe you think your the only one who has asked that mother of all boys when she's going to have a girl, or if she's sad she doesn't have a daughter, but I promise you that you're not.
All throughout my pregnancy I would smile politely when I would hear those things each and every day, multiple times a day and at times I found myself feeling inadequate. These words, these innocent jokes have caused incredible wounds in me and inside I just wanted to shelter my unborn baby from ever feeling he wasn't good enough.
This blog is often where I express to my boys that they are, and that they were wanted and celebrated the same way I would for each of my children regardless of their gender.
These are lives, not objects to dress up
It breaks my heart and angers me at times the way that baby boys aren't celebrated because there aren't more shoe options. They aren't as fun.
Tears fill my eyes when I think of how sweet my children are and what gifts they are to me.
This is what God chose for me, and He knows what gifts to give me. I pray that the Lord blesses us with a daughter one day, for different reasons than I feel most people would pray for one. But when I have my hands full of healthy babies, who are perfect and beautiful and alive, I don't feel as though I'm lacking. And while my world may be lacking in pink things, my heart and my happiness are not.