Dear Teeny,
Today was a day I have been both anxiously awaiting, and dreading simultaneously. Today was the day we finally got to find out if you were a boy or a girl. I was excited, because I was ready to give you a real name and begin preparing your room for your arrival. However, I was dreading this day, because I was afraid of my own reaction to the news. A big part of me hoped that you were a girl, the yin to your big brother's yang. I was afraid that if you were a boy, I would be heartbroken, and what would that say about me as your mother?
Turns out, I shouldn't have been worried. When the ultrasound tech showed us that you were, in fact, a little boy, my heart sank for just the moment it took me to turn to your big brother and say "You're going to have a baby brother, Sprout!" In the time it took me to say that sentence, I realized that I really wasn't disappointed, not at all. You see, I have a special place in my heart for little boys, especially you and your big brother. I love to play in mud puddles and pick up worms. I'm a seasoned master of truck noises and can properly name a ridiculous number of dinosaurs. I've got this mother of boys thing down.
I can't wait to play catch with you and your brother, to take you fishing and hunting and watch you both do daring things that should probably make my heart leap into my throat. I can't wait to have you both here to snuggle, in that special way that little boys do only with their "mumma". I can't wait to be your first love. And most of all, I can't wait to raise you both to be great men of God, servant leaders who will make wonderful husbands and fathers just like your Daddy someday.
I love you, my little Teeny, and I can't wait to add you to my rowdy tribe of men.
Today was a day I have been both anxiously awaiting, and dreading simultaneously. Today was the day we finally got to find out if you were a boy or a girl. I was excited, because I was ready to give you a real name and begin preparing your room for your arrival. However, I was dreading this day, because I was afraid of my own reaction to the news. A big part of me hoped that you were a girl, the yin to your big brother's yang. I was afraid that if you were a boy, I would be heartbroken, and what would that say about me as your mother?
Turns out, I shouldn't have been worried. When the ultrasound tech showed us that you were, in fact, a little boy, my heart sank for just the moment it took me to turn to your big brother and say "You're going to have a baby brother, Sprout!" In the time it took me to say that sentence, I realized that I really wasn't disappointed, not at all. You see, I have a special place in my heart for little boys, especially you and your big brother. I love to play in mud puddles and pick up worms. I'm a seasoned master of truck noises and can properly name a ridiculous number of dinosaurs. I've got this mother of boys thing down.
I can't wait to play catch with you and your brother, to take you fishing and hunting and watch you both do daring things that should probably make my heart leap into my throat. I can't wait to have you both here to snuggle, in that special way that little boys do only with their "mumma". I can't wait to be your first love. And most of all, I can't wait to raise you both to be great men of God, servant leaders who will make wonderful husbands and fathers just like your Daddy someday.
I love you, my little Teeny, and I can't wait to add you to my rowdy tribe of men.
Love Always,
Mommy