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When I’m in the grocery store with my girls, I always get comments. My oldest girls are walking near the cart with my two-year-old running up and down the aisles. “Three little girls! Wow! God bless you, Momma!” Then they look in my cart and see the car seat holding my nine-month-old. “Is that a baby boy in there?”

“No, another girl!” I reply.

I get a variety of responses when people realize I have four girls under the age of seven. “Wow, you’ve got your hands full!” “Going to try for a boy?” “You are truly blessed—your girls are beautiful.” I love taking my girls out to the store, to church, to dance class. I feel proud when older parents and grandparents say I’m doing a great job. Their comments give me a boost of confidence and reassure me that I’ve got this.

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Occasionally I will get comments like, “Just wait till they’re teenagers.” People say that like it’s a bad thing to have teenage girls. Of course, that stage will have its challenges as each stage in child raising does. But I’m working hard to mold my girls into faithful, moral, and intelligent young women so that God willing those years won’t be as nerve-wracking. Even so, with each new phase in my daughters’ lives, I try to truly embrace that unique and specific time because they do grow up fast. It feels like just yesterday that my youngest was a newborn—not a babbling, giggling, crawling nine-month-old.

With each new baby, my husband and I wait until the birth to find out the gender.

Each time the doctor says, “It’s a girl!” my husband and I just smile from ear to ear.

I hold my precious baby girl and think, She is the most beautiful baby! Each time my love grows exponentially. Every time we add another girl I think, I am so lucky!

I love watching my girls play with each other. We spend our days playing dolls, going on walks, playing on the playset, baking cookies, and reading fairy tales. I can’t imagine not having my girls—I can’t remember how life was without them. Sure, there are times when my house is loud with crying, screaming, and fighting. But there are so many more times filled with laughter, hugs, kisses, and just pure joy that I never could have imagined prior to having them.

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I grew up with three younger sisters, so a house full of girls is not unusual for me. My sisters and I are all very close and we’re very close to my mom. I love my sisters and they are my best friends. I not only want my girls to be best friends, but I personally want to have a strong bond with each one of them throughout their childhood and into adulthood.

So when you see me and my four blonde-haired, blue-eyed little girls in the grocery store, know that my hands may be full but my heart is even fuller.

God willing there will be more babies in my future, and if God only gives me girls, I will consider myself the luckiest woman in the world.

Some may think I’m crazy for having four girls and for praying that I have more. But the greatest gift I’ll ever receive is my daughters.

So to answer the million-dollar question, “Are you going to try for a boy?” My response is, “I will take whatever God gives me and if that’s a house full of girls, I’ll be ecstatic.”

Caroline Strong

Caroline Strong lives in northern Illinois with her husband and four daughters. She's a hospitality professional who enjoys writing and handling the constant multitasking and busyness of motherhood. 

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