I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it might be like to have a son. We both have a sense this baby is a boy. If we’re wrong and it’s a girl we will be thrilled. We both want another girl at some point. Still, we think it’s a boy.
What Do You Do with a Boy?
It kind of freaks me out. I don’t know anything about boys. I’m afraid I won’t know how to connect with him. I’m afraid I won’t understand or won’t like his “world.”
I love pink bows and baby dolls and playing “kitchen” with Katie. Will I be as good at playing monster truck rally? I hope so, but I’m not sure.
Bonding with a Son
My friends that have boys tell me that the bond between mother/son is different than mother/daughter yet still unmistakably present. My friend Meredith tells me it is a lot like the unique bond dads have with daughters. Which got me thinking, how do I feel about the bond Daniel has with Katie?
The Daddy / Daughter Connection
Daniel has made a lot of sacrifices to make and keep the connection those two have. After full workweeks that almost never involve enough sleep, he wakes up at 5:30am on Saturday mornings to meet with his mentor so it doesn’t interfere with family time. He took Katie on a “date” for an hour tonight so I could get a break even though he hasn’t had one all week. There was a time when I could barely imagine the concept, but it happened right in front of me. Daniel is a family man.
As a Father and a Husband
He’s the spiritual leader in our home. He covers us in prayer and encourages us in our relationship with God. And yes I do mean both of us! Sometimes I think Katie is more teachable than myself, but that’s another blog post.
He’s a good provider. If you knew us in our college days when Daniel had the “starving artist” mentality, you’d be as surprised as I was by this.
He’s an example. He apologizes when he’s done wrong, even if it is to a two year-old. He strives to keep his priorities straight. He listens to the people he loves. He honors his parents even though they didn’t do everything perfectly. The list goes on and on.
I Love the Way He Loves Her
The man in my house keeps promises to his little girl even when it’s inconvenient, reads her books even when his eyes ache from fatigue, and melts into goo because she misses holding him.
By loving her, he loves a little part of me. I know she is not me, but she came from me. And at one time I was SO MUCH like her. He gives her what I never had, and through that I somehow get a little part back that I lost.
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