Sugar and spice woulda been nice, too

By Tina

I didn't want a boy. I wanted a girl.

It never even occurred to me that I would not have a girl. I love girl stuff. I love Barbies, I love dress-up, I love sugar and spice and everything nice. I love pink! I am a girl. I know about girls, I would know how to mother a girl. But a boy?

What would I do with a boy? A boy! A boy who would bang his little cars on my coffee table, a boy with a jelly face and grimy hands, a boy who would bring me worms and bugs. And the noise! Oh, the noise, it would be like living in Walter Mitty's head. No thanks!

I put in my request for a girl early. I picked out her name. And then I waited. And I dreamed of a pink chintz Laura Ashley nursery and ballet lessons.

And I got a boy.

Yet more evidence that God knows what he is doing. And has a sense of humor.

Now I can't imagine not having a boy.

Just in case you don't already know, I am delighted beyond what mere words can express with my little boy. I love love love being the mama of a boy, this boy.

But when I go clothes shopping for my little boy and there are 25 racks of adorable little girl things for every one rack of picked-over little boy T-shirts and denim shorts -- it is then that I get a touch of little girl envy.

I still sometimes go up and down the racks and pull out little dresses and pet the ruffles and fluff the bows. And I sigh. And I think, wouldn't it be nice?

Tina is a post mid-40s mom to three-year-old Sean who can outwit, outsmart and outplay her on any given day.

Comments

[Anjali Enjeti-Sydow]

Well, see, the problem is that clothing manufacturers STILL don't know how to make adorable little boys clothes. I've found some online, but rarely do I see them on racks in stores.