Right after the little plastic stick told me there would be a baby, the next question consumed me. “Is it a boy or a girl?” Those roughly 16 weeks before we knew the answer were the longest. They were also a time of self-discovery.
Whenever someone asked me if I wanted a boy or a girl, I hesitated. I knew the politically correct answer. I knew I couldn’t reveal the truth, and in some ways I didn’t want to just in case it got back to my child one day. At the same time it felt good to be honest. Honesty helped me to work through my emotions. Honesty allowed me to let go of my secret.
I’m sharing this story of why I asked God for a baby girl today at Mothers of Daughters. Please join me to find out what God taught me through asking Him for a daughter.
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