Yesterday, Adam and I found out that we are having a little boy! After much anticipation and excitement on my part (so much so that I was unable to get other things done), the news had left me exhausted for the rest of the day. And then, to let everything sink in!
A part of me was constantly thinking I was having a girl, and every time I thought of the baby I thought of a baby girl. Realizing that the baby is a boy has pretty much thrown my brain into confusion. You have a different mindset when you’re a mother of a boy instead of a girl. Things just simply change.
My friend had sent me a text basically saying to bring on the blues, cars, trains, trucks, and tools. When I read that, it suddenly struck me that I was indeed having a boy. I sent a text back asking, “Am I truly ready??”
That stuck in my head for a while yesterday. Am I ready? It’s one thing to know you’re having a baby, but another when you actually find out the sex of the child. Now we can start focusing more on the baby’s room and we can narrow down on a name. There’s more finality to it, for us.
No pink dolls. No pink tea sets. No pretty pink princess dresses. Instead, it’s mud. Trucks. Tools. Wrestling. With a boy, it’s rough playing. With a girl, it’s being a bit more gentle.
Yet, that’s what I know. I grew up with two older brothers and learned how to play with them. I regularly babysat my two cousins, both boys, and I know they had a blast every time. And last, but definitely not least, I took care of my nephew from 3 months to 2 1/2 years.
So, am I truly ready? Perhaps this is good. With a little more experience for taking care of boys, I am more ready than I know to take care of my own.
Having a baby is overwhelming. No matter how much experience one has with kids, the moment you have your own you start to worry. I know I can do this, and I know we will be good parents. Letting it all settle in, though, takes time. And God gave us exactly 9 months to let it sink in! Well, now I’m halfway there….