Boy

Yesterday afternoon, after months of waiting and serious speculation, and a day sitting on the edge of my chair waiting to hear the results of Maggie’s ultra-sound,I received a one word text message from her which read, “Boy.”

I have to admit that for a few moments I was disappointed.  It wasn’t that I have anything against little boys.  My son Andy and grandsons, Seth and Caleb are a constant source of joy to me.  I just really was hoping for the opportunity to knit some frilly things for a change. And it wasn’t just me; Seth and Caleb were hoping for a sister, Andy wanted his own niece to play with, having spent hours playing with his friends’ Justin and Carrie’s twin girls and  I’m sure Maggie was hoping for a daughter so she could pass along family tradition as I did with her.

I suppose selfishly I hoped to see a baby girl to recapture those first few moments with my first-born as a young mother. Although you couldn’t have convinced me when I was up to my elbows in dirty diapers and spit-up, those special intimate years with our children are few and fleeting.  There are times even now I miss those moments so intensely.

Watching my daughter as she journeys through this pregnancy awakens my desire to create.  I thought I’d be working in pink but so it goes.  Blue has always been my favorite color anyway.