When I learned I was pregnant with my 4th. I had convinced myself this baby would be a 4th boy. I had never longed for a daughter. I was always quite happy being a “mom of boys”, and would be perfectly content with a 4th.
When they told me she was a girl, I was so surprised at my reaction. It was as if, in that moment, for the first time ever, I wanted a daughter. And I cried tears of grateful joy.
I still didn’t let myself settle into the idea fully. Because I didn’t want to be disappointed with another boy. I wanted to be delighted either way! But in small ways I began to prepare for my daughter. I began to sew little dresses and decorate with splashes of pink.
She has been an unexpected gift since the very beginning. The sort of gift that keeps on giving. She has been such an inspiration to me. And when I reflect on this journey...the timing of it all. I warmly receive all that she has given me...especially the splashes of pink.