Boy Or Girl
If I’m honest, I always wanted a little boy and so did Mr. MPB. And, so we both always assumed that we’d have a little girl because that’s just how my life usually works. Of course we always knew she we’d love a boy or a girl, but we both had a slight preference for a boy.
So, when we started putting together a nursery, before we knew the child’s sex, it turned out the colours we chose were pretty much gender neutral – greens and yellows. And a few things of blue, because I love blue. We made a real effort to buy some gender neutral clothing as well, which turned out to be harder then I expected. Girl clothing is distinctly girly. Boy clothing can be slightly gender neutral, but it’s still pretty boyish.
When we chose adoption we had to make what felt like 100,000 decisions on what we would accept or not accept. One thing we both knew instantly is that we would not select sex. In fact, we made the decision that if it wasn’t something we could have selected if we had a child the “traditional” way, then we also wouldn’t make any selections that would influence the outcome of our adoption. So we checked both boxes – boy and girl – knowing we’d love whatever sex of child we would be fortunate enough to have. But both Mr. MPB and I will admit we both hoped we’d get a boy.
And, I still remember finding out that Little MPB was a boy. It was in the paperwork we were sent for our match and we told our social worker NOT to tell us the sex and to block it out within the documents. She slipped up and said he in the conversation. To which my eyes went wide and I exclaimed It’s a Boy?!!? She of course apologized but we were over the moon, and honestly it didn’t matter, we were thrilled!! And then a few days later during our first conversation with our son’s potential birth mother, she asked if we wanted a boy. Thankfully the secrete was already out and we were able to gush over how excited we were to have a boy!
Anyways, the point of this I mainly wanted a boy because I am not very girly so far as stereotypes go. I don’t like pink. I’d rather go for a hike then go get my nails done (although I do like having my nails done). I have no idea how to braid hair or do any sort of cute hair style. I don’t know the last time I put make-up on (in fact I recently threw out all my make up because it would be so old that it probably turned toxic). And, dresses, clearly this non-makeup wearing girl, prefers pants any day.
But in all seriousness, I always just felt like I’d be a better mom for a boy because I’ve always had more in common with boys then girls.
And now that I’m actually a boy mom, I am beyond thrilled to be a boy mom!! I just love my little boy so much!
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