The girls and the boys
Jim and I have three daughters. To us, they've always been "the girls."
From this ...
to this ...
... they've always been and always will be "the girls." My girls. Our girls.
Megan lives in a different world. She has "the boys."
More and more often, Megan's conversations are sprinkled with references to "the boys" or "my boys."
She thrives on the maleness of her little clan. Which I find interesting because Megan was always our girly girl, the one I thought would anxiously await a daughter to dress cute, talk with, shop with.
But no, when she was pregnant, she made it very clear that she wanted a boy. And she got all boy in Bubby.
With that, she now has her boys.
And I can almost hear the sound of her heart expanding with pride each time she says "my boys" over the phone.
Megan and Preston hope to give Bubby a sibling in the next year or two. My question: What if it's a girl? Having raised only one gender, I'm not exactly sure how that works.
Today's question:
What's the makeup of your birth family? All girls or were there boys in the mix? And how did that work?
My answer: I have six siblings. There are five girls and two boys. As kids, it wasn't a gender issue, it was more of the "big kids" versus the "little kids." Poor Jennifer, the middle child, was the "lig," much to her dismay.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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You and your siblings were always a challenge for me. If I cooked liver and onions with bacon, somebody loved it, somebody else hated it. Or, corned beef and cabbage, likewise. I could almost never please everybody at the same time. Except with fried chicken.
For my mother, it must have been the same with six kids of his-hers-theirs composition; I remember convincing Jane to run away one wet, rainy night because "we are everybody's step-children, we
don't have a real mom OR dad". We came back home when our bedroom slippers got wet.
Well, in my immediate family, I grew up with a brother that was 3 years younger than I am. He is, now, my very best friend in the world. My other brother (11 years younger than me) and my sister (9 years younger than me) were just kind of....around...until I went to college. I had to babysit and whatnot, but we didn't grow up together. We're close now, as my sister is now in college, and my 16 year old brother now needs me to drive him places and whatnot. LOL.
I also have two half sisters (my mom's first marriage, where I came from- but she married my 'dad' when I was not yet 2, and begat my siblings) Jessie and Ronnie- but I have never met them. They are the same ages as my youngest bro and sis.
I am the youngest of four kids and I have three older brothers. In our family, my brothers are still "the boys" (even though they are all in their 40s) and I was (and am) just "Pam." I always wanted a sister until I was a teen and saw my friends fighting with their sisters. I fought with my brothers but not over clothes ... or boys.
Growing up it was just me and my brother. I was older and we mostly just stayed out of each others way. It worked for us.
Wow LIsa six???
It was always just me and my brother but...I was the only girl (and the oldest) out of four boy cousins. I learned to take charge early (-:
I have 2 sisters and am the oldest. I always wanted a big brother! My first child is a son and I had no clue what to do with a boy! When it came time for potty training, I called my mom and asked her how to do it. She didn't know!!!!