I saw this video a couple years ago but I never forgot
it. Have you ever been this excited about something?
She has the joy and innocence of a child being surprised with their
first trip to Disneyland!
When I was pregnant with my second child, I
wanted a girl so bad. I adored my son
(still do), but I wanted the dresses and fairy tales and PINK! In my impatience, and upon the recommendation
of a few friends, I bought a new ‘gender predictor’ test and at twelve weeks I got
the results: BOY. I knew this was our
last baby and my hopes were dashed. Six weeks later we went in for our ultrasound.
I wanted a healthy baby (of course) but I was also distracted by the tiniest flicker
of hope I had never quite extinguished.
The technician went through all the basics and I tried to pay
attention. When she asked if we wanted
to know the gender, we said yes. When she said “it’s a girl,” I had
a Kristen-Bell-sloth moment. I started
to cry and almost couldn't breathe. I
covered my mouth in horrified excitement, looked at my husband and said, “I…but…we…oh [sob].”
I think my meltdown was complete disbelief that my childish dreams--which had
seemed as fantastical as fairy tales--appeared to be coming true. I had the perfect family: mother/father,
son/daughter, dog. Coming from a
divorced home, my dreams of a real family were fragile and I felt that the
tiniest misstep could shatter them. But
there was the word I’d dreamed of--the final piece of my puzzle--GIRL.
And now, I often have to remind myself of how much I wanted this; how before she was a
stubborn, irrational, tantrum-throwing drama queen, she was my sloth. :)Have you had a sloth moment?
Or are you still waiting for a fragile dream to become reality?
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