Pants for my sweet boy

I can't make this sound pretty, so I'll just say it. When I found out I was pregnant the second time, I really hoped for another girl. And those who know me, know that it took me some time to come to terms with the fact that I was going to have a boy.

In my mind, I had good reasons for only wanting girls..  Firstly, I knew 'how' to be a girl and secondly, I already had a little girl and loved that Mother / Daughter bond that we shared.  People with boys told me I was crazy, and that I would regret wanting daughters when they reached their teens. But my fears were mostly about not knowing what goes on in a boy's head - and wondering how I would help any son of mine through those awkward teenage years.   It was never that I wouldn't love him as much as I would a daughter, it was all about whether I could be a good mum to a son - without having had any experience as a 'son' myself.

But since having Andrew 4 months ago - a lot of those fears of mine have gone. I don't look at him and worry about whether I'm making the right decisions for him, and if I'm doing a good job as his mum.   Instead, I look at him and wonder how I could ever have lived another day of my life without having met him.

And so because I love him so much, I made him some pants. The pants are cute (they're from Anna Maria Horner's book), but they're nowhere near as cute as he is.