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T-Ball Days

Rachel from Testosterhome has recently had a fifth son! I myself have just recently found out that the child in my womb is a boy. My fifth son as well. There are some who are disappointed by this news. I have been doing some soul searching since I found out. Am I saying I'm not disappointed about this but inside I'm crying for the little girl I will never have? I have been thinking about the things I will miss out on. Things like braids and bows, tea parties and baby dolls, ballet and tutus, sweet little girl kisses and hugs, etc. etc. The list goes on. I do not deny that I will miss the opportunity to dress my little girl in pink and lace or decorate her room with flowers and ribbons. Yes, I will miss all of that, but this train of thought took only seconds for me. I thought of the boys I already have. All so unique and wonderful in their own way. They all look like clones as babies, but then they hit two-years-old and they begin to have their own look and personality. Nathanael, my sweet, quiet, and shy boy. Caleb, my boisterous, loving, and dramatic child. Justin, my adorable, matter-of-fact boy, and Aidan, who so far has been a total imp, but I love his cuddable nature. As I think on their natures and how much joy they have given me, I think of the boy growing inside of me and all thoughts of a girl slip away. I already love this child with a fierce love and I can't wait to see his little face. I am looking forward to more cuddle times, soccer and t-ball, capturing toads, little eyes looking through Power Ranger masks, sword fighting, gun toting, etc. etc. Someday, I will have to look up to see my sons' faces and I will listen to their deep voices as they talk with their father about theology and politics or anything else under the sun. I look forward to that.

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striving... said…
As I have said before, you can use my girls anytime you like, and you can help me plan weddings, Lord knows I will need some help there. As I have also said, we will love that new boy just as much as the others. (((hugs)))
Andrea said…
Boys are awesome! I didn't appreciate them until I had my own. Congratulations! It's great to see my brothers hugging and protecting my mother to this day. You do have many blessings to look forward to. May they all be godly, strong men.

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