When Lizzy was born, and we learned she was a girl, I was overjoyed! How wonderful to have a daughter! I was so excited for ruffled socks, hair bows, and pink, pink, and more pink. I had always thought that there was just something so sweet about a little girl, so precious, so totally darling it made your heart melt just thinking about her. To be perfectly honest, I felt a little sorry for my friends that only had boys, because they didn't know that feeling (I mistakenly thought).
I must admit, when I first found out Peter was a boy, my first reaction was, huh.....what about the pink? What about sugar and spice and everything nice? What do you do with a boy? Then I met him, fresh from the oven, and guess what? My heart melted again! That sweet face, that soft skin, that baby smell......turns out mothers of boys are equally over the moon (who would have thought?). Now I know it's not just the ruffles and bows that pull at your heart strings, but it's the jerseys, sweat pants, and tennis shoes too. Pink's no longer my only favorite color......blue's pretty wonderful too! I still love ballet, and princesses, and shiny things, but I also love catching footballs and playing chase and looking for bugs. And the weird thing (though it makes perfect sense if you think about it), is that both my kids can be equally "girlie" or "boyish." I guess it's not being a "girl" or "boy" that makes us love our children so, it's just being around their wonderful selves that's the real joy.
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