(Photo taken by Becca Davis Photography.)
I absolutely adore all my children! Okay, some days I don’t feel like I like them as much. If anyone or anything would threaten my children with harm though — even at their worst moments — I would gladly risk my own life to rescue them. My “mother-bear” claws would unfurl, and watch out!
I was so excited when each of our boys entered our lives! I treasured every minute of holding their sweet little bodies in my arms as babies. I loved watching them do their funny things and say their cute stuff! As we jokingly would say to one another, “You’re so sweet I could eat you for dinner!” I thought life was absolutely wonderful with three little boys. And it was! I loved building train track configurations, Lego contraptions, throwing balls, pushing them on riding toys, curling up to read books, and cuddle time before bed.
In my heart of hearts though I always wondered what it would be like to have a daughter also — to share those moments that only mothers and daughters can do best: the tea parties, boy talks, shopping, painting nails, fixing long hair, cooking meals together, etc… I had enjoyed a close relationship with my sisters and mom growing up, and I wanted to experience that too with my daughter — the comradery of women.
When I found out I was having a girl, well I was just a little excited, to say the least. Even the boys got in on the excitement, talking about how she was going to be their princess and wear princess dresses.
Then, the princess entered our lives! We dressed her in the prettiest outfits, fixed her hair with bows and flowers, and saw pink and purple for the first time in our house. After three boys, I was ready for a little pink and purple.
The little princess is now 17 months old. She has warmed her way into all of our hearts, melted them really. Well, her brothers might disagree at times when she knocks over their train track configurations and Lego houses. We all laugh though when she tries to dance to music and uses a flashlight with the wide part underneath her mouth to pretend to sing on a mic. We smile when she sees a brother crying and immediately walks over to rub their heads and pat their backs. We clap when she helps Mommy unload the dishwasher and puts some silverware on the table. We all hold our noses when she needs a diaper change and plops down on our laps. We laugh as she giggles when we swing her in the air and twirl her in our arms — that is when Mommy and Daddy do that.
Our little girl has warmed her way into our hearts. She is a ray of sunshine, pure delight! What a gift God gave to us in her!