It’s a Girl!

Having all boys was never the plan. Well, to be more specific, my plan anyway. After the birth of my fourth son, I decided I didn’t want any more kids. I didn’t care what genitalia they were born with. I never realized how much I missed by having all boys until my first grandchild was born and it was a girl! 

The day finally came and I was going to meet her for the first time. I patiently waited for my husband Andrew to get home from work so we could go together. I felt so strongly about the fact that I wanted to share this incredible moment with him. We’ve been on this adventure together since 1975.  There was nobody else in the whole world I wanted to share that moment with except him. 

He came home from work early, we jumped into the car and off we went to the hospital. We were both so excited we hardly said a word!  I can assure you, when it comes to me in this state of being, the moments are few and far between, but this blessed event rendered me speechless.  

Rachelle, my second son David and their beautiful baby, Julianna, were already in her room resting. When I saw the look on David‘s face, I couldn’t decide who was more excited. All I kept thinking was “It’s a girl, a girl, I finally got a girl!” Andrew has always loved babies,  but this one was destined to be the most special one ever. 

David, our son was now the father of my first grandchild. Did I mention that it was a girl? Andrew and I were so excited, and our son was as proud as any father I have ever seen. Julianna was safely tucked in the corner of his arm when we arrived. He was smiling from ear to ear! He said to Andrew, “Well, I guess I accomplished something you were never capable of.” With that, we all started to laugh. Playful bantering, competing over anything and everything was part of the male bonding/humor we lived with. I have always thought I had a wonderful sense of humor, but there were times I just didn’t get it. 

I took one look at this beautiful baby in my son’s arms and said, “I feel so bad for everybody else.” To further accentuate the drama of the statement. I placed the palm of my left hand on my cheek, shook my head and conjured up the most forlorn expression and repeated, “I feel so bad for everybody else.” I purposely avoided making direct eye contact with either of them. 

David finally asked, “What’s the matter, Mom? What are you talking about? Why do you feel so bad for everybody else?” I leaned in pretending I didn’t want anyone to overhear this and said, “Because we got the cutest one!” They both burst out laughing. 

See, I can be funny without all the bantering, pushing, shoving and all that other male bonding nonsensical stuff. Humor is such an important part of life. I always considered a wholesome personality, which includes a lot of laughter, very important to me. I made sure that everyone I dated had a very good sense of humor. 

I know what some of you were thinking. When someone was trying to set you up on a blind date, and they said “he/she has a great personality”, it usually meant the date was not the best looking. If the next thing they said had anything to do with good skin tone, it was time to RUN! As far, and as fast as you can go, and never ever look back. 

And if getting a girl wasn’t enough of a gift, and she had the most gorgeous blue eyes, just like her mother and her new grandfather, the love of my life.  It was one of those moments when you just think life doesn’t get any better than this.