Boy Oh Boy

When you are expecting your first baby, everyone is equally thrilled for you. People begin to say and do things you've never experienced. If you don't know the sex, people will certainly tell you with a matter of fact what you are having (in my experience: 50 % of those people are always wrong). Many people will even begin rubbing your belly, talking to your belly, and asking you repeatedly how you are feeling. When you are expecting your second child, people seem equally as joyful, letting you know the blessings of close siblings. The belly-rubbing typically stops because they are either talking to your first born or asking you about him. However, when you are expecting your third child, people begin to divide over their enthusiasm, especially when your other two are still under the age of three. It saddens me how few people are able to express true excitement over another baby. You hear things like, "Oh, wow, you are going to be busy, " "Gosh, you'll have your hands full," "Oh wow, you'll need some help, huh?" or a simple, "Were you all trying for another!?" I believe advice is not only essential in life, it's Biblical. Proverbs is loaded with input on the importance of wise council): chapter nineteen, verse twenty says, "Listen to advice and accept instruction, that you may gain wisdom in the future."
But I'm realizing we are all guilty, my teaching-self included, of giving "advice" that is neither wise nor warranted. We are simply telling our own tales of personal experiences. We think we are helping our younger counter parts by shedding some light on their future, yet we must be careful that our "advice" is truly wisdom, and not just opinions.
I hope I can learn this lesson better for myself, because I think once we've had a few experiences, we can't wait to let the younger generations know what they are "obviously" missing. Sometimes, as I've seen with my own boys, it's the younger ones who help us gain more wisdom and humility through their naivete and innocence.

I know for certain I will need lots of wise council to raise not two but...... drum roll..... THREE boys!

We didn't find out the gender of the first two boys, and while I loved it with Silas, the way in which I came out of anesthesia with a medical "boy" bracelet wasn't the most fun. Just in case we have another exciting entrance, we figured we'd enjoy the moment ahead of time, which we did, because their was chocolate involved!
Depending on your upbringing, you may think three boys is a lot of testosterone, but I for one am thrilled. I've come to adore my sweet boys who seem to adore me in return, and I would love a house full of them!

What did my boys think about another boy?