My husband and I made it to 31 years. I was 24 when we got married and my husband was 34 (If I did the math right). We had a pretty uneventful anniversary with me starting the day trying to racoon proof the cage that cannot be racoon proofed. Now a day later I’m thinking the racoons will have to be rehomed since I can have racoons or chickens but not both.
I picked up dinner and my middle son dropped in to eat with us. Over the years we’ve had three boys, plus the one ectopic pregnancy. He’s only made the mistake once of trying to tell me that was my girl. I do love my boys and wouldn’t trade them, but once in a while I miss what I would have had with a daughter. Then I wonder if in reality what would have happened was me butting heads with a girl over almost everything.
Things I’ve thought about that I miss are the getting to go clothes shopping with someone that wants to. Teaching makeup and all those girly things. Someone to play with my old barbies, my old dollhouses, and read my Nancy Drew books. What’s funny about that is that there is no guarantee that any daughter would love the things I did. Based on what I see in my boys I probably would have ended up with a girl that spends her days on the computer and being as anti-social as possible.
None of my kids were really interested in Disney or anything along those lines. What’s funny is I’m fairly certain I would have just been winging it with all that anyway. It’s not something I did growing up either. My boys just aren’t really farm kids though they humor me some. I keep hoping for the…
