These Girls

Three girls... I never in my life thought I would have three girls. I was a major tom boy when I was younger and I assumed when I became a mom that it would be to a brood of rough and roudy boys... Maybe girls too, but definetly boys. 

I was well prepared for my role, having done daycare for five boys, ages four and under at the time that I got pregnant with my first. The 20 week ultrasound rolled around and my jaw dropped open. "Its a girl!", the tech said. Of course I was excited. She was my child and I loved her depite her gender. She was a fiesty one. Still is. I love her passion. She has a lot more guts than most boys her age. In fact, Bunny has informed me that she only likes older boys cause they play better. She is more rough and tumble than I ever was.

When I got pregnant again, I was certain it was a boy. I had very vivid dreams about it. So once again my jaw dropped when the ultrsound tech told me I was wrong. This time though, it took a second for it to sink in. I had to reimagine my whole life with two girls. Bunny and Squirrel. Squirrely basically came out wearing a tiara. Somehow, she is drawn to all things pink and frilly. She loves princesses and dances around and sings her little heart out. She marches to her own girly beat. I love her independence. She is exactly who she is, without any input from anyone else, including me.

With my last pregnancy, I finally accepted and embraced a life with little girls. I beamed from ear to ear when I heard, "Its another girl!" It just fit. She just fits. Mousey... I love her soul. I have absolutly no idea who she will be. But I think thats the amazing thing about girls. We can be anything we want. We can do anything we want. We can change the world. 

I find myself laying in bed tonight, surrounded (nearly suffocated) by these three amazing gifts God has given me. I am blessed beyond words. I am so excited to live this life. Oh the adventures to come...