We just had our third girl five months ago. So, now do I not only get comments about how I must have my hands full or asked if I know how ‘these things’ happen, I get remarks about how crazy it is that three of my four children are girls.
Quite honestly, I’m starting to get a little perturbed.
And what I’d like to ask the next person who makes such a comment is, ‘So, which of these little girls should I trade in for a boy?’ Or, ‘Which of these girls should I wish I didn’t have?’
That is essentially what I hear and feel each time someone flippantly tells me, in one way or another, that it’s too bad I have three girls.
Friends, family, and strangers. All have made the comments. All have felt the freedom to express that I should be less than thrilled with the little people that God has given me.
Like I get a vote in who I grow. Newsflash, I don’t. I’m just up for the adventure of whoever comes.
I didn’t realize these annoyance were getting to me until just the other day when I found myself in a conversation in which I felt like I needed to defend the fact that I was happy with the particular gender selection that makes up my family.
It felt like there is some competition, even in which gender of child we birth, amongst mamas. And it seems so incredibly ridiculous to me.
We don’t need anything else to compare and compete with as mamas. We have each been given our particular children because that’s what God determined would be best. You are the best possible mother to your boys, your girls, your mix of the two.
Another thing I’ve noticed about where these comments often come from…they are made by women. And that makes me sad. Why in the world would women be sad for mothers of girls? Honestly, I don’t even want to attempt to unwrap that here. But I will just point out that observation and let us all think about it.
As for me, I’m totally ready and happy to be a mama to my three girls. Hey, I’m a high school teacher so perhaps that’s why teenage girls don’t freak me out. But nonetheless, my husband and I wouldn’t have continued with ‘these things’ and to have babies if we were scared of having girls. We didn’t get a boy until our third go and then we were so happy when we had a girl for our fourth.
Because their ours.
And sidenote, I just told my husband that I’m writing about being happy we have three girls. His excited response, ‘There ya go!’ He’s quite happy with his three girls, too.
Together we will wade through training bras, pimples, boys (Lord, help us), make up, and all that teenage girls entail. And there will be times I’m exasperated and frustrated. But not because they are girls.
After all, someday, all these people will thank me. I am raising the next generation of mothers, of caregivers, of risk takers, of world changers, of God lovers, of women who will selflessly give all of themselves to love and serve the boys these other mothers are raising right now. Someday, these women who are telling me that it’s too bad I have three girls, will thank me for raising the amazing, strong, love filled women that love their grown men and have birthed their grandchildren.
And I will remember what I’ve always known. I am so thankful and blessed to have three girls.