They say be careful what you wish for or you just might get it. From childhood I would always say “I want my first child to be a boy”.Even when I got pregnant my first thought was I hope and know that this child is a boy.
Modern day we even throw gender reveal parties to announce the babies gender before arrival. Cute and catchy themes like tutu’s or football’s.
I remember the day I found out the gender. Impatient at 13 weeks I paid a specialist to do a gender scan and 3D DVD. Well after 2min the specialist said “well this little fella isn’t shy it’s a …….Boy”.Instantly I cried tears of joy, I skipped right over a gender reveal and called everyone to announce the news.
Everyone congratulated me saying boys are the best. Their easy to raise but hard to shop for. I thought of all the sports he would play even went as far as selecting a future jersey number.
We began to select names, buy clothes and even decorate his nursery. As a first time mother I was excited I felt prepared reading all the books taking parenting classes. We would talk and try to guess who he would look like and act like.
Which brings me to my biggest regret. Now that I’m a mother and I’ve changed thousands of diapers, nursed him, watched him take his first steps and so much more. It hit me I prayed specifically for a boy selfishly. Why did his gender even matter. I should have been more focused on having healthy child.
Now that I’m a more seasoned parent I can say I’ll never put so much energy on a specific gender. Being able to naturally conceive and carry a child to turn is a journey, some never get that experience. I’m more than thankful for where this journey has taken me and honestly with the next little one I rather the gender be a surprise. I encourage everyone to understand if you have a boy a girl, if you carried naturally, had in-vitro or adopted each child/baby is truly designed and intended for you no matter the timing or the gender. I love my son unconditionally not because of his gender but because he the very best part of me.