This one word has sent my brain spinning. I have always pictured myself the mom of two rambunctious little boys. Crazy, dirty, busy boys. Now, that’s not to say I didn’t want a girl. I sure did. I was so excited when I saw the pink inside the cake. But now it’s really settling in.
For D the trepidation was immediate. Within one full minute he went from excited to terrified. As we walked away from the park I teased him some more about having a little girl. His response…
“We’re gonna need more Tums.”
And so here we are, expectant parents of a daughter.
The role of a father in a girl’s life is exceedingly important. So much is formed in how she sees herself, her esteem. The respect she learns. How she sees the role of men in her life. It’s such an important role and I’m so glad we don’t have to go this alone.
Sometimes it is overwhelming. But only sometimes. I am grateful for the Father I have in God. I am grateful for the example he sets for us. Though D is nervous, God will always be there to guide him and to guide us.
We’ll get through.