on thursday i was informed by the Anne the Ultrasound lady that i would be giving birth to a baby boy in July. though i had been hoping for a baby girl, i was fairly certain i would be having a rough and tumble man child the first go around. mowgli was of course ecstatic about the news, because well, a baby mowgli is about the only thing that can out do a man mowgli. am i right?
the day had a strategic three pronged approach: find out sex of baby, inform family and close friends, and get to ladysmith black mambazo concert on time despire the rain and parking restrictions.
2 out of the 3 above made me tear up. 1. baby boy, wait i have to use the restroom again...tear up in the restroom and not in public (there are only two places i tear up in public-movie theatres in the dark and when soldiers return from service at the airport) and 2. at the opening gospel number done by ladysmith black mombazo. hearing that man sing "amen" in the middle of the call and response was inspiring and the perfect end to the day. we are having a boy, amen.
since thursday my days have been spent thinking about raising a boy. what that will entail...from boyscouts to discpline, from kisses to chivalry, from devotion to direction. i am embracing this role wholeheartedly as i remember reading so many biographies of great men in the past and how their mothers were great inspiration and sources of wisdom for them as leaders or as artists. i aspire to be a godly mother and one who is supported financially by their financially stable children someday...and one that will hire someone to bring me an afternoon cocktail on the veranda while i paint and say crazy things to my grandchildren. "bravo child, you are becoming an excellent orinthologist...now go fetch your grandmommy her kaftan for her afternoon nap...the tangerine one i picked up in marrakesh with your grandaddy in 2025."
the preparation for a child can be overwhelming...if you let it become overwhelming. i figure most of it will work itself out, like the stroller war outcome of 2011, breast pump situation, and decorating the nursery. i am more concerned about the emotional state of the mother and the health and well being of the child in the immediate six months following what will hopefully be a run of the mill get the baby out situation. i am not sure i can plan for when he is 5 just yet when I am not sure who my little boy will be just yet. sensitive? emotional? hits kids? won't shut up like his parents? etc etc etc. for right now, i will get fat for him.
sidenote: i am not as scared as having a child as I am of the other kids my kid has to play with after you go on the internet and read what their mothers are saying. stay away scary mom ladies.
here is to raising a man child. may God bless him.
faithsalutes preparation techniques.
Fun news about the male child! I love the picture you paint for us of your grandmotherly days. Beautiful. :)
Posted by: erin | March 14, 2011 at 04:07 PM
Congrats Faith!! I am SO excited for you guys!!!
Posted by: jessica | March 14, 2011 at 05:23 PM
Oh Faith! God bless you! We are so excited for you. Boys are a lot of work but so much fun!
Posted by: Anna | March 14, 2011 at 06:17 PM
You kill me... grab me my kaftan the one from Marrakesh 2025!
You are one in a million!
Have fun getting fat!
Posted by: Giselle | March 19, 2011 at 07:31 PM
Wait til you hear the outrageous things I will say to this grandson. I will save up special-crazy-comments just for him.
Posted by: Kelly | March 21, 2011 at 12:53 AM
Impressive blog! -Arron
Posted by: rc helicopter | December 21, 2011 at 05:35 AM