As I alluded on Instagram [HERE], it was my 2 year old son who informed me that he was going to have a baby sister.
A week before I found out that I was pregnant, Winston repeatedly pointed to my belly, saying “Mommy! Belly! Mommy! Belly!” Already a little self-conscious about my flabby abs, I asked him: ” What’s in Mommy’s belly?”
Thinking that he going to list the lunch menu we just ate, to my astonishment, he replied:”mei mei.” (Mandarin for younger sister)
I was quite overwhelmed by all the exuberant congratulatory responses from people when they found out that we are expecting a daughter. “You’re so lucky!” “Yah! One of each!” “Now you can stop having kids!” “Alas, someone to inherit your wardrobe!”
To be honest, because I have such an attachment to my wardrobe, originally I wasn’t so keen to share it. But then I came to my senses and realized that since I’m not able to detox my closet anyway, why not pass it onto my daughter? Plus, doesn’t it give me an excuse to keep collecting? :)
It also turns out that she and I will share a birth month, something else I wasn’t too thrilled about. Are you the type of person who loves the thought of sharing your birthday with someone you love? I’m not. I prefer for everyone to have a different birth month so it’s easier to plan birthday parties.
I’m also wary that I’ll need a completely new set of skills to bring up a girl as opposed to a boy. I’ll probably have to be more meticulous and switched on, especially in a girl’s teen years…
Because of all of the above, I wouldn’t have minded having another boy, but I also know that God always have the best prepared for us. For starters, He probably wants me to learn to share better. I will have to depend on Him even more as I learn to raise a girl. I’m excited though, because whatever God requires, He also provides.
Not to mention, He’s given us a pretty cluey son to be an older brother.
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