I Am Not A Boy.

This post has been brewing in my head for a long time, but I'm finally now just sitting down and making myself write it out, for you, my faithful readers!
I've wanted a little girl for sooooo long, it's not even funny. It really stems back to my childhood and wanting, begging, pleading, asking my parents to PLEASE, PLEASE give me a little sister. I asked for a little sister on my birthday and Christmas lists for so many years, even past the point of knowing better. I DIDN'T CARE though! I had 2 older brothers (and as great as they are! Love you guys, seriously!) but I wanted a girl to play with and someone to join me in barbies and doll playing and dress-up and all that girl stuff. Sometimes I could get Paul to play with me (sorry for that bro!) but mostly my brothers would either a) do things together like basketball and stuff or b) destroy my fun girl toys. Paul, do you remember running over my barbies with the Barbie motorhome and popping their heads off?? That was so mean! :)

Anyway, this post is getting long and I'm not even to my point yet...


Having 3 boys first has been wonderful and lovely, don't get me wrong, even for a second! I LOVE my boys and I LOVE that I am the Queen of our household and that Eric is teaching them real quick to respect and love me the proper way! I know that God was preparing me for Motherhood and gave me boys first, for a specific reason. I honestly think I wasn't ready for a girl yet. I can't fully explain this, but basically let's just say, I've kind of enjoyed being in the spotlight at my house and benig surrounded by boys and all their craziness. But I've done a lot of growing up of my own since first becoming a Mom back in 2002 and I've certainly done A LOT of growing up in the past year. God knew I was ready for Grace to come along and now I can "gracefully" (some pun intended!) share the spotlight with her.


I am SO, SO excited for all the things that having a little girl means... all things pink, tea parties, princesses, little cute dresses, tights, dolls, barbies, makeup, hair bows and barrettes, My Little Ponies, flowers... you get the picture. A lot of people tell me that Grace has very little chance of being into girly things, since she'll want to be just like her dirt-loving, cowboy & indian playing, Spiderman-jumping, all things "potty talk" is the most hilarious thing on earth-ing, bike-riding, puddle-splashing, spitting, burping, tooting, name-calling, wrestling, arguing, pushing, shoving, biting, kicking, screaming, but still my 3 adorable boys, aka Samuel, Elijah and Luke! (Whew. Long run-on sentence there; my apologies!) And, you know what, it is just fine by me if she does take after them. It really is. If she doesn't want to play with the girly stuff or wear pink, I am OK with that. I will do my bestest to remember what a blessing each and every one of my children is. That is after all, the meaning behind the title of my blog! (Another post coming soon on this subject!)

But, when I saw this shirt at Walmart shortly after we found out we were having a girl, it jumped out at me immediately. After I got it home, I realized it most likely means the old, "I am a girl," like people can't tell you apart in the grocery store thing. But when I read it, what jumped out at me was, "I am a girl," like there are 3 boys before me and finally my Mom got her girl! That and the fact that it was 99 cents... but I digress.


I am just as thrilled and IN LOVE with Grace as I am with my boys, but something just feels different. I cannot put my finger on it yet, but if any of you have any thoughts or wisdom, please clue me in! I am truly blessed, times 4 and I'm tickled pink (and blue and blue and blue) about it!