"The Wilson's make boys." How many times have I heard this statement? My husband is one of three boys. My brother and sister in law have two boys. Our son is a boy.
My other brother in law and his girlfriend are pregnant and they find out the sex of the baby tomorrow. Both of them posted a "what do you think we're having?" type status on Facebook today. And of course one of the comments was "well, the Wilson's make boys so...."
Actually, one Wilson made a girl once. She didn't make it. But she was made and she was very important to me. And every single time someone talks about how the Wilson's only make boys it hurts. I know no one is trying to hurt me, but it hurts nonetheless.
And I feel like when I don't say anything, when I don't stand up for her and say "There WAS a girl, a Wilson made a girl, I MADE A GIRL," I am somehow letting her down. Or dishonoring her little life. Allowing people to ignore her existence.
Hurt. Guilt. Sadness. It doesn't come as often. But it still comes.
I'm going to go take a shower and MY two Wilson boys will come home from the park and the hurt and sadness will fade for now.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
We're LIVE
Friday, September 27th. We're "live." Our birthparent letters are at the agency, waiting to be handed out. Our online profile is up and running, ready to be looked at. Pretty huge. Exciting and scary stuff.
So now we hurry up and wait. Wait for someone to call. Wait for someone to look at our letter and see something or read something that makes them want to learn more about us, to talk to us. Wait for someone to click on our profile and look at our pictures and read the descriptions we so carefully wrote. Wait for someone to decide that we would be the right parents for their baby. Wow.
Needless to say, our 800 number hasn't shown up on my phone today. But wouldn't that have made an incredible story?
I would write more but my little man is coming in to kiss me for the hundredth time today (he is in a very lovey phase - pretty awesome). He will help to make this wait for this child much easier than the last wait, that's for sure.
So now we hurry up and wait. Wait for someone to call. Wait for someone to look at our letter and see something or read something that makes them want to learn more about us, to talk to us. Wait for someone to click on our profile and look at our pictures and read the descriptions we so carefully wrote. Wait for someone to decide that we would be the right parents for their baby. Wow.
Needless to say, our 800 number hasn't shown up on my phone today. But wouldn't that have made an incredible story?
I would write more but my little man is coming in to kiss me for the hundredth time today (he is in a very lovey phase - pretty awesome). He will help to make this wait for this child much easier than the last wait, that's for sure.
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