God does not make mistakes…
I was the oldest of four girls. I had no brothers. My two youngest sisters are 10 and 15 years younger than me. Needless to say, I did an awful lot of babysitting for my mom. By the time I was a teenager, I could feed, burp, change, and soothe a little one. There was nothing about being a mother that I was uncomfortable with….until the day my husband and I were expecting our second child and the doctor told us during the ultrasound that he was 100% sure the baby was a boy!
Boy!… I knew girls…I had three younger sisters, and one daughter. My daughter was two at the time and very girly. She liked bows in her hair, dresses, playing with dolls…. What did I know about raising a boy?
My husband assured me that having been a boy himself; he had this. But, my husband was in the…
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