...they're born. -unknown
I haven't been blessed with a little girl.
And no, there was no sarcasm in my voice when I said "blessed."
I always knew I would be a mother of boys. That doesn't mean I would've minded a sweet little girl to temper my rambunctious brood. But, she probably wouldn't have been sweet, she probably would've been a diva. Especially coming at the end of 3 boys. She would have been spoiled, and the worst offender would most definitely have been Josh. So, most of the time I am happy I never had a little girl (and don't say "it's not too late" cause Josh already had the "snip snip" so unless it's immaculate conception, we're done).
And of course...
I have Cash.
Who, you may not know, is aspiring to be a little girl. Just today he said "when I turn into a girl I am going to paint my nails."
I am not concerned...
...maybe I should be.
This is Cash on Valentine's Day. That is Lila's shirt, see her
here. Momo bought her a ruffled cap-sleeve sparkly shirt (that's a lot of adjectives.) Cash threw a fit and wanted to wear it.
Which he did...
...to his preschool party.
This is Cash in his cousin's bow. He wore it all day. Even to the playground.
I don't really mind. I figure it's self-expression. I am sure it bothers Josh. He hasn't expressed concern but here's why I think he's a tad bit worried.
There are a lot of fears for first-time parents. You can take anything as long as the baby is healthy. That's the number one concern. Not for Josh. When we were pregnant with Cole his biggest concern was that Cole was going to be born a hermaphrodite and that we would have to choose. He had it worked out that it would be better to have a masculine little girl so she could get lacrosse scholarships.
So maybe he is worried about his feminine little boy.
Except Cash isn't feminine at all.
He is all-boy.
Climbing, jumping, running, spitting, penis-talk, Star Wars, Ninjago, dogs, outdoors...and pink sparkly hearts. Who said pink sparkly hearts were only for little girls? I love that kid.