I cried when I found out you were a boy.
I’ve never told anyone that before.
They weren’t the good kind of tears, either; not the kind that brim with joy until your eyelids can’t possibly hold them back one more second and they spill over the edges.
No, they were big, weepy, longing-for-a-daughter, alligator tears.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want another son as much as the fact that I badly longed for a daughter, and I knew you might be my final chance.
So I cried.
I forced a smile as the ultrasound tech said, “It’s another boy!”
I mustered up as much enthusiasm as I could to explain to your brother that not only was he going to be a brother, he was also going to have a brother.
I nodded in mock excitement as your daddy daydreamed aloud about hunting with his boys and teaching them to throw a curveball.
I smiled outwardly, but inside I ached. I grieved the loss of the mother-daughter bond that I had prayed for.
And then the moments leading to your arrival began to tick by.
Each time the reply “a little boy” slipped past my lips as I rubbed my growing belly, you seemed just a little more familiar to me.
As I pulled out your brother’s old clothes and washed, folded, and hung them for you to wear one day soon, the butterflies in my stomach began to dance with anticipation.
When I saw two teenage boys laughing together in the cab of a truck passing me by on a wide open two-lane highway, I could suddenly see the future outstretched before me.
And when I held you in my arms for the very first time—all seven pounds, 11 ounces of boy—that’s when I knew without a shadow of a doubt.
You were made for me.
I’ve never told anyone this before, but now I’m telling the whole world. Because here’s the truth, baby boy: I thought I knew best, but it turns out I didn’t have a clue.
I once prayed for a girl, but now I thank God every second that he gave me you instead.
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