"The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him" Psalm 37:23
Is it a boy? Is it a girl?
This is what was immediately going through my mind minutes after I found out I was pregnant. My husband, the second of four boys, and I the oldest of two girls were fairly split down the middle in terms of family backgrounds. He grew up wrestling, playing Power Rangers, football, Transformers, while I grew up dancing to Disney songs, playing Pretty Pretty Princess, ballerina, and Cinderella. So only slightly different. Either way one of us would be embarking on a whole new adventure with our baby.
One date night early on in the pregnancy, we spent our Friday night at Buffalo Wild Wings (his choice) followed by an inaugural stroll through Babies R Us (my choice). Immediately overwhelmed by the vast stroller section filled with terrifying machinery that is supposedly built to protect your newborn child, but every mechanism feels like you are learning how to disable a nuclear launch system, we quickly took comfort in the slightly less complicated chair and swing section when my eyes beheld this:
I fell in love with a bouncy chair. I had never before wanted something so unnecessary but adorable in my living room before. The pink chandelier made my heart envision a sweet baby girl indoctrinated early by all things pink, sparkly and Disney.
But then as we ventured on to the clothes section, I saw this:
Sweet little suspenders, bow ties, little hats and sneakers. I could imagine dressing up my little boy as the coolest hipster baby in the land. I would have so much fun playing basketball with him and cheering him on at his football games. It would be a whole new world, but it would be so exciting.
As we left the store slightly scared of strollers, but excited about our newly bought gender neutral baby Converse shoes, I realized that either way girl or boy, I was just thrilled to have a baby...but it sure would be great to know if our lives would be filled with pink or blue.
So the day came and the test results were emailed to my phone. Without looking I gave my phone to my sister, who with a few clicks, read the results, screamed with delight, and ran to call my aunt. We were in Nashville for my sister’s wedding, and my selfless sister and my creative aunt had created a beautiful gender reveal box and party: Would it be a DIsney Prince or Princess for the Howard family?
Look at the detail of all these decorations. My aunt went above and beyond to create something so special for us. Thank you, AUNTIE KRISTI! I hope you all have Auntie Kristis in your life, if not you can borrow mine. She is one of the most talented and creative human beings on the planet.
As the family filed outside, everyone chose a pin of a Disney prince or princess to wear to show their vote. The majority wore Princes, which was what I’d heard most people guessing when the conversation of baby came up. My use of pronouns often slipped to the male variety often enough that I figured my mother’s intuition was telling me something.
So as Brian and I stepped up to the big box wrapped in both blue and pink paper, I was transported to the end of Sleeping Beauty where her fairy godmothers switch her wedding dress back and forth between blue and pink, and I tried so hard to remember which color I preferred.
Before we opened our box, Brian and I looked at each other and said, “Either way! We are happy.”
Then the moment you have all been waiting for:
As soon as I saw pink, my favorite color of Sleeping Beauty’s dress, I lost it. With squeals and tears, I hugged Brian tight, and he whispered, “I’m so happy. I wanted a girl.”
Joy and love overflowed.
It has not stopped.
P.S. Baby girl has the most loving and devoted dad, who even today as I relax in bed typing this post, is cleaning out her future room to make way for her crib, her clothes, and of course her pink chandelier bouncy chair.