Here’s a funny story: When my husband and I first started dating, we were 17 years old. Being a starry-eyed teenage girl, I often dreamed about my future family and would share those dreams with my OMG-why-is-she-talking-about-weddings-and-children?!-run-run-RUUUUUN!! teenage boyfriend. One day, I dared to say I wanted at least one daughter. Now, my husband is one of three boys. He wanted no parts of having any girls and told me, in no specific terms, that since gender was decided by the male’s “contribution” that if we were to get married one day, all our children would be boys. (All four of our children, I might add. Ha. Hahaha.)
Fast-forward to summer 2005. I was pregnant with our first child. At the end of July, we headed to the doctor for the 20 week anatomy scan. I’m planner so I wanted to know if I should be painting pink or blue and buying baseball mitts and footballs or baby dolls and strollers. My pompous spouse claimed there was no reason for the scan – he knew the baby was boy and recalled his proclamation from 10 years before. And, well, if you read my first-ever LoveLaughterLunacy article, you’ll recall that I did, in fact, have a little boy. A little boy that I love to pieces.
As much as I adored my son, I still hoped to have a daughter one day. You see, my mom and I are built-in best friends much the same way my mom and her mom were. I remember how difficult it was for my mom after my grandmother’s death and it made me feel good knowing that she could still have a relationship like that with me – albeit with her role switched – and I wanted that for myself one day.
Fast-forward once again to spring 2008. I was once again pregnant and utterly convinced that the child I was carrying was another little boy. Not that I would have been unhappy with another boy but I was truly ecstatic when the tech pointed out girly bits. A built-in BFF! Pink! Lace! Sparkles and glitter! In October that year, our little baby girl was born and OH.MY.GOD., did she take the world by storm with her blond hair and massively huge blue eyes. And boy oh boy, does she take being a girl seriously.
When I found out in August 2010 that we were to be blessed with another baby, I didn’t have a preference either way. I didn’t care if I had two boys and one girl or two girls and one boy but I knew from the beginning that this one was a little girl so when the tech confirmed it, I just shook my head at my “I’m-only-ever-having-boys” husband. This little girl was born in spring 2011 with a head full of dark hair and big brown eyes.
Watching my husband with our new baby and our precocious toddler, I knew we were in for it and I was right. Oh, how I was right.
Our first daughter will turn 6 in less than a month and she is too smart for her own good and beautiful and stubborn and severely independent and more complex than a kid should be. Miss Drama Queen will gladly do what you want her to do – on her own terms, in her own time. Let me tell you, parenting her is a challenge. It’s a fine line between allowing her to explore that fierce independence and making her follow the rules of the house and it’s something that we honestly work on every day. We do not want to break her spirit because oh, is she spirited but OMG, kid – listen to your parents!! At least I’ll never need to worry about anyone walking all over her because this kid would never allow that to happen.
Which brings us to our third and final child, our little Pooh Bear Butt. Within minutes of her birth nearly three and a half years ago, she had her father completely and totally smitten. Oh my God, you guys. It’s bad. He’ll watch her eat and smile. He thinks the way she chews is cute. This little girl is definitely more docile than her older sister but don’t let that make you think she’s a pushover. No no no, Pooh is quite the force. Her superpower isn’t fearless independence like her big sister. You know what her superpower is? I’ll let you in on the secret: she lures you into thinking that she is a sweet little angel and then BAM! She narrows those eyes and takes a massive chomp out of her sister’s arm. Or wings a Matchbox car at her brother’s head (which may or not have been something I used to do with my brother). She may be tiny but she is fierce and she isn’t about to let the fact that she’s the baby of the family mean that she gets shortchanged.
It goes without saying that even though I dreamed about my family years before they ever came into the world, I never imagined I’d have three kids with such crazy, fun personalities – and yet, as numerous people have commented – still be so totally different. I can honestly say that watching their personalities come out has been my absolute favorite thing about having children. And I can’t help but laugh at my out-numbered husband every time his girls bat their big eyes at him. Dude has NO idea what awaits us in 5-6 more years when puberty hits. It’s all sugar and spice and everything nice when they’re little but that doesn’t last forever.