I think people have things all backwards. Mothers always hope for daughters and fathers pine for sons. But having had sons and daughters I think things work more often than not, the other way around!
I love my girls but they LOVE their Daddy. They are his little princesses, so often I am the one always telling them how things are going to be, while he is tossing them in the air, preforming puppet shows and spinning them around the dance floor. They always go to him when they have a desire of their heart that needs to be fulfilled. He is their knight in shining armor.
On the flip side I think there are a lot of mother’s like me who were terrified of having a son. Sports, scouts, dating…all those things can be rather intimidating. You look at your newborn son in the eyes and think of the hearts he will break. Hopefully never yours. But as he grows he takes hold of your heart. Maybe it’s because it is easier to confide in Mom than Dad. Maybe it is because those little fellows know they have you wrapped around their little fingers. Whatever the reasons, Boys LOVE their mothers.
When Jack’s parents came in for their maternity session it was easy to be excited for the proud father to be. He is a soldier. I think that makes it doubly meaningful to have a boy. I thought during that whole session that Troy must be so excited to have a son on the way. And still even during his newborn session I kept thinking about how happy he must be to have a boy. Then as a few days went by and I started to think about how blessed Rachel would be to have a son. I wonder if she has thought about the relationship that will grow and bloom. She will be his world. Jack might play catch with his Dad, his Dad may someday pin on his rank, but his mother will always come first.
It reminds me of a quote I love by Abraham Lincoln:
“All that I am or ever hope to be I owe to my angel mother.”
So Rachel, treasure up your little boy. And though he might out grow your lap, he will never outgrow your heart.