I guess we’re a sight to see…
A lady babywearing an infant. Two boys in a cart. And one boy walking alongside the cart. All little. All boys. All wanting something down every aisle. All laughing and joking and playing, while in the store.
Yes, we’re a sight to see.
While at Stop & Shop this morning, I had a woman following me through produce. You know you can tell when someone’s following you? Well, I just felt her gazing at me. Seriously, I felt it.
Finally… she approached me. And I have to say, she was the cutest lady ever. She was 64, a retired teacher and the mother of 6 sons. You heard me, 6.
She saw William, Alexander, Benjamin and Henry… and she was in heaven. You could just tell. As she told me, “Wow, seeing you brings me back.”
We chatted for a bit. I told her the ages of the boys, she told me hers. She was just like me, and had had her sons one after the other after the other (and so on) … her youngest son was 32. And he was a Benjamin.
She asked me if I was “done.”
I shook my head. “Not… yet.”
She laughed, “Going for the girl…? After 6 boys, I gave up.”
I told her I would love a girl, but just felt I wasn’t done yet. If not being done yet can be a feeling… I feel it. I just “know” there’s another baby (or 2) out there for us.
So then she looked at me, square in the eye and said, “Go for gender selection and cinch yourself a daughter.”
I was shocked. Honestly, I didn’t know how to respond. Gender selection? Really?
It’s not like I haven’t heard this before from people… even doctors. It’s nothing new to me. But here was this mother of 6 boys, telling me to opt for gender selection. For a girl.
That’s what we’ve come to, I guess.
We can now pick a gender. Not happy with boys… get a girl. Not happy with girls… get a boy.
I know we all make decisions and choices based on what is best for US.
But… I must say…
If a girl is in my cards… let the powers that be decide, not me. And that’s a mother of 4 BOYS saying that.
Tell me, would you gender select?