When I was pregnant with Ambrose and out and about with Hazel in tow, strangers would comment “Oh, I bet you hope you’re having a boy.” At the time I was secretly longing for another girl—a little girl for Hazel to play with. I grew up with a younger sister and I never wished she was a boy—I loved having my sister as my best friend. Anyway, it seemed to me that people wanted one of each gender. I still get comments along the lines “One girl. One boy. Your family’s complete.” That’s for the Lord to decide.
Ambrose is not a little girl. He is very much a little boy. And I love it.
The other day I was out talking with a friend and the kiddos were running around the backyard. Hazel was picking up a large bouquet of dandelions. “Momma, aren’t these yellow flowers pretty?” And Ambrose picked up a rock and started smacking it with a stick. I loved how they were both outdoors and each found something to do that spoke to his/her interests. I love seeing how God designed us differently. Male and female. The genders are different, and it’s so beautiful.