Prior to 2004, I was a Mom of three boys. My three sons. We had trucks and trains and Legos. We dug in the dirt and played football. Soccer games were attended often. I loved being a mom so much that with each baby, it did not matter in the least what their gender was. I was so convinced that I was a "boy mama" that I was in complete disbelief when at my utlrasound for my fourth pregnancy, the tech said those words I thought I would never hear. "It's a girl!" It was exciting news. How could we be having a girl? After a few weeks of letting this sink in, I began to dream about the days when my little girl was here with us. Dressing her up in pretty dresses, her hair perfectly done. She would play with dolls and host tea parties for her big brothers. For surely she would have them wrapped around her little finger. She would be our princess!
Boy was I wrong!