It’s a boy!
We had our anatomy ultrasound last Friday and found out we’re having a boy. We are awfully excited about having a boy. While everyone says “all we want is a normal healthy baby” and everyone means it 100%, I think there is a hope of one gender over the other. There was for us anyway. And we wanted a boy.
I had concerns about having a girl. I was a tomboy as a kid, teased/bullied relentlessly as a tween, and had such self-esteem issues as a teen and young adult that having a girl was concerning. I know she would not have the life I had, it could have been much worse for her, or much better. But, girls now are much worse than girls were back in the day. Boys are not as cruel it seems. And if they are, a few punches resolves the issue.
I have many hopes for our little man.
I hope he has:
His father’s intelligence, wit, sense of humor, metabolism, work ethic, and eyes
My empathy, compassion, common sense, adventuresome nature, and quick smile
Athleticism – I’m not saying I want an NFL star, but I want him to be athletic enough to keep up with his peers
Focus
Determination
Commitment
My father’s (his grandfather’s) sense of right and wrong, and unwillingness to compromise or lie
I also hope he:
Is kind and respectful
Knows right from wrong
Is happy
Is smart
Is not intolerant of other people or other lifestyles
Finds a career he loves
Finds a person he loves even more to spend his life with
Understands that EVERYONE deserves respect
Says please and thank you…to everyone
Regrets only the stupid things he did, rather than the chances he did not take
I hope he has some challenges too. You can’t have a life of pleasure without a bit of pain. But I hope that the pain he has in life is manageable and that he knows he can work through it. I hope his heart is broken so he knows how to treat someone with compassion when it is not a good fit. I hope he fails a few times, because a life without failure is a life without chance. I hope when these things happen, he lifts himself up, dusts himself off and continues on. You cannot wallow in failure or on the road of life for too long without becoming stuck. I hope he realizes that his dad and I did our best and that everything we did really was in his best interest, even if he didn’t think so at the time.
Will he be a “car guy” like dad? Or will he be a “reader” like mom? Will he have my self-esteem issues like mom? Will he be so focused on a tree that he can’t see the forest like dad? Will he be mean like his paternal grandparents? Will he be judgmental like his maternal grandmother? Will he love to travel like his parents, or be a homebody? Will he walk around in a daze like M? Will he be ignorant like N? Will he be a manipulator like A? What if he is not healthy? What if he has cancer? Autism? Or any of the millions of other problems that kids get nowadays? R already has a special needs child.
I guess time will only tell what kind of person he will be.
All I want is a normal healthy kid. Hmm…maybe I was wrong. Maybe all I really want IS a normal healthy baby.
