Today I had my 18 week ultrasound. We looked at baby's heart, baby's face, baby's legs, baby's arms. I marveled at itty-bitty fingers and toes. I watched with a huge smile at the wide-open mouth; the fingers and hand that made its way to his mouth. The fact that baby WOULD NOT stay still, much to the technicians chagrin. (And he didn't even get to have his morning cup of coffee yet!)
Then the tech asked if I was ready? I sure was! With joy on my face and tears streaming down my cheeks she pointed to living-proof of a beautiful baby boy.
Baby boy number 4.
At first I was in disbelief. What are the chances of four boys? Then I sat there knowing that this was God's plan. I've handled three boys, four if you count dear hubs. I love boys. I am a mother to boys, through and through. We do FUN things together! They treat me like royalty (unless of course I'm asking them to pick up their dirty socks; set the table; stop beating up their other brother). I kiss their bruises and bumps, before they get back up and "try it again". They know that 'out there' they are tough-sturdy-go-get 'em boys but the minute they are in Mom's lap, in Mom's arms, they are in a sanctuary that they can find no other place.
And it will be no different with boy number four. We will grow together. Love each other. I'll be his shelter in times of storms and he'll bring out my inner-youth when I'm even old and gray. We'll keep each other young as we learn together. This is God's marvelous plan!
Why God Made Little Boys
God made a world out of his dreams,
Of magic mountains, oceans and streams,
Prairies and plains and wooded land,
Then paused and thought, "I need someone to stand
On top of the mountains, to conquer the seas,
Explore the plains and climb the trees,
Someone to start out small and grow,
Sturdy, strong like a tree" and so...
He created boys, full of spirit and fun,
To explore and conquer, to romp and run,
With dirty faces, banged up chins,
With courageous hearts and boyish grins.
When He had completed the task He'd begun
He surely said, "That's a job well done."
So don't 'feel bad' for me because I'm the only girl in this house. Instead smile a mile wide with me! Baby Boy #4 is a good and perfect gift!
PS ... as crazy as it sounds ... if I'm sad for ANYONE... it is Hubs. Not that he so desperately wanted a little-girl, almost quite the contrary. But he is missing out on a great relationship. There is something about the mother-son, father-daughter bond that is just too cool.