a post in which I eat my words. Because we are out of ice cream.

I’m super glad I have two boys.

Yes, you read that right.

I still, sometimes, feel a little sad that I won’t have an adult daughter. When I hear horrible MIL stories. When I get a glimpse of my SIL and MIL together … when I hear my mom talking to my sister … when I see mothers with their daughters and their daughter’s daugher …

But then I think about how awesome it is that I don’t have to buy princess costumes. No make up. I don’t have to worry about funding a wedding in 20-some-odd years.

And girl parts look “weird” to me now, lol.

I don’t know. I guess because this is how my life is … I am embracing it. I can’t imagine it another way, which is good. Because it is THIS way.

I don’t know what I was so upset about, back then. (Well, actually, I DO, but the pain and fear of my feelings have receeded with every gummy grin and dirty rock and hot, messy, funny, fierce hug/wrestle/sparkle from these boys.) Ultimately, I’m glad life worked out this way.

Crazy sauce, huh?

Alice Says:

July 13, 2009 at 6:48 am

i met up with some nova bloggers this weekend, all of whom were moms, and one of a teenage daughter. it reminded me that as much as i love my mom and our relationship now, i think it would KILL ME to have to go through that period of angsty teenagerdom where my daughter would hate everything i said and did and wanted nothing more than to have ANYONE ELSE be her mom. boys don’t seem to be quite so, uh, dramatic about hating their mamas

kcinnova Says:

July 13, 2009 at 10:23 am

As a mom of 4 boys, I can heartily say that I am GLAD to have only boys. Oh, there were thoughts of being able to buy girly clothes and have giggles and tea parties… but the thought of raising a girl through childhood (have you SEEN the miniature skanky outfits they sell for 6 year olds?) and through the teen years puts fear and trembling in my heart.
As the joke goes, with a boy you only have to worry about one p*n!s… with a girl, you have to worry about HUNDREDS.