When I was 9 years old, my only wish, hope and desire was to have a little sister. I had three brothers, whom I love, but I REALLY wanted a sister. I wanted a baby to dress and feed and carry around. I wanted a sister to teach about make-up and hair. I needed someone to back me up when I didn't want to rent Ninja Turtles for the 20th time, or when I wanted to play Barbies for real, not Barbies being attacked, kidnapped and be-headed by army men and dinosaurs. I was so sure that if I prayed hard enough, wished on every star, and did all of those silly superstitious things like holding my breath and touching a screw and making a wish when driving over the railroad tracks, that I would be blessed with my extreme desire.
And I was granted my wish. When I was 10 years old, I stood in the ultrasound room with my mother and fidgited like crazy while the doctor looked for the gender of the baby. I think I almost cried from joy when he announced that it was a girl. I loved everything about "my baby" when she was born, and we shared a room until the day I left for college.
The other day Mary came up to me and said that she needed to tell me something. The conversation went as follows.
Mary: "Mom, I did something today that I am shy to tell you about."
Me: " What did you do Mary, it is o.k. you can tell me."
Mary: "I prayed four times for the baby in your tummy to be a girl."
Me (a little taken back) "Oh really. That is so sweet Mary. Why to you want the baby to be a girl?"
Mary: "Well, I already have a brother, but I don't have a sister. I REALLY need one of each."
Me: "Would you be o.k. if it ended up being a boy?"
Mary: "I guess, I mean, I do like Sam and everything. I just need a sister so that I can have one brother and one sister."
Me: "I think Heavenly Father will send us whatever child needs you to be their big sister. He needs you to be a big helper with the baby he is sending us. He will send the one that really really wants to meet you."
Mary: " I know. I already know how to feed and burp the baby. I even know how to do a ponytail, so he can send a girl now because I can do her hair."
Me: "We will find out pretty soon Mary, and we will be so happy with whatever comes...right?"
Mary: "Yeah, but I am going to keep praying for a sister."
EEK!
Ben and I are completely neutral when it comes to wanting a specific gender. We have one of each right now and we love them just the same. We will be thrilled with whatever comes our way. We just want our baby. I just really hope that Mary's pure little faith won't be rocked if things don't turn out the way she is praying for. She is a good kid, and I am sure she will be fine. Why does she have to be so stinkin' cute!
3 comments:
AWWWWWW!! Love it, man that just melts my heart!! I am sure she will be pumped no matter the gender!! Hope all is well!! Love you guys!
Very sweet! Fortunately baby boys need feeding and burping too, and during that first year, maybe she can do one ponytail before the first haircut. OR she could get her sister! I agree, a girl needs a sister. I'd be lost without mine!
That is too stinking cute! Ella was the same way when we were pregnant with Levi. We even took her with us to he ultrasound because we thought that if it was a boy the news would come better from the doctor. When they said it was a boy Ella exclaime, "Oh good, that's what I wanted." Even though she had been praying for a girl. I hadn't heard much else about a baby girl until the last few months. Now she talks about her baby sister a lot. I'm sure Mary will be just fine when you find out what it is, no matter what.
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