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I am a mama of three girls. 

When people see me out with my daughters, they say one of three things:

  1. Wow, you have your hands full!
  2. Just wait until they’re all teenagers!
  3. Are you going to try for a boy?

I find this so interesting.

The first two statements are a bit unnecessary if you ask me, but it’s the third one that gets me every time.

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One, it’s strange to ask me, a total stranger, about my plans for expanding my family. (Add this to the list of inappropriate questions people ask women and mothers.)

Two, the question seems to imply that something is missing as if we’re not complete without a boy.

I’m just not sure I agree.

When I found out my first was a girl, I was thrilled. I had always imagined myself as a girl mom. When I found out my second was a girl, I was equally excitedsisters!

Then I got pregnant with my third and decided not to find out the gender until birth. I was sure this baby was a boy. I bought some boy clothes and picked out a boy name. 

Right before I started pushing, I told the doctor I thought the baby was a boy. She laughed and said, “I’m one of six girls!”

Wouldn’t you knowbaby three was a girl.

Now here I am, a couple of years later, with three amazingly wonderful girls in tow wherever I go.

And still, rather than asking me about my girls’ personalities or interests, people just state the obvious and want to know if I’m going to roll the dice again to see if I get lucky with a boy.

The truth is I love “the girls.”

I love matching frilly outfits and braids and unicorns and princesses. I love the piles of pink and purple clothes and blankets, the glitter and the bows.

That being said, those things are just a small part of the girls’ lives.

My youngest likes wrestling and bugs and muddy puddles. She pulls out any accessories I put in her hair.

My middle likes rocks and gadgets and the color blue. She prefers comfy over fancy. 

My oldest likes digging for worms and climbing and LEGOs. She doesn’t like playing house.

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Yes, my children are girls, but they are also unique human beings with their own preferences. They couldn’t be more different, and that’s a beautiful thing.

If I’m being honest, I really do want another baby (most days). My husband isn’t so sure. But there’s one thing we agree on: if we do try for another baby, we will be trying for just thata baby

Laura Thunell

Laura is a wife and mother of three sweet girls. She is passionate about teaching women how to embrace practical self-care and self-love strategies without guilt. Her favorite things are coffee, yoga, reading, thrifting, and writing. You can follow her on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/motheringher/ or Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/motheringher

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