I’ve always been pretty convinced that I’m not cut out to be a mom of girls. It’s easier to send a boy outside to pee than it is to clean up a girl’s heart after her first romance ends abruptly. The music that angels make when a boy tells his mama he loves her is nothing compared to the daggers young ladies are capable of staring into their mother’s backs.
But these girls make it all worth it. All of the frills, the drama, the mess… the sisters make me want to go there with them. I grow excited at the idea of protecting them, teaching them, and guiding them towards and through their adolescence. My stomach flutters when I think of prom dress shopping and late night chats upstairs.
As we near the end of their season as the youngest babies, I can’t help but wonder what will happen to our dynamic this summer. Will the sisters remain the only girls in our crew? What a magical relationship for them! I smile at the thought of the secrets they’ll share. But then again, maybe the Lord has blessed us with another girl. If another little sister is in store, I look forward to opening my heart up a bit wider to the idea that maybe, just maybe…
I’m perfectly cut out to be a mom of girls after all.