Extirpated

Four years ago the ultrasound technician smiled broadly and announced the swirling baby within me was a girl. I remember two feelings in that moment: the wet gel circulating on my belly and the deafening silence of Chris. Both of us had reserved ourselves with the knowing we would produce only boys. We had nothing to base this on except a likely subconscious preference. I, never feeling like I knew how to have great girl friendships and thus figured I’d be a better mother of boys. Chris, well girls talk and are dramatic, it would be all around easier for all involved if our children were male. And yet, God has a way of mixing it up…

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4,000 Breakfasts

A friend of mine is the perfect example of calm. She is the epitome of kind. Gracefulness and gentleness are akin to her as most are to inhaling and exhaling. I’ve seen little rattle her. A sweet spirit that is slow to judge, quick to love, and ever available if you need a friend. So when the day came that she told me she was struggling with her children I was curious. I always knew she was human, but wondered sometimes if her ethereal nature could be ruffled by something completely normal as, well, children. She continued to explain that anger, a short temper, was her nemesis. A nemesis that was new and completely uncharacteristic. As she gave examples I tried not to giggle at the reality that anyone in her place would likely act the same way, if not more extreme, but to her this was a challenge of perseverance in parenting.

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