Does it sound funny to say that I am little nervous and a bit scared to be having a little girl. I realized over the last few days that I have some genuine fears about raising a girl. I love my boys and have enjoyed sharing the wonderful mommy-son bond with them. However I knew the real work was left up to John, you know the teaching them to be good men and priesthood holders, how to run fast and never to give up, how to be tough and yet sensitive. My boys have an amazing example for their gender, John. He is a wonderful Dad and does the greatest job. I felt secure in my role as loving protector and dearest mommy, I was never concerned that they would not know how to be the best little men around because John would help them with all of the boy stuff.
Now as I sit here feeling little baby girl Spencer kick and wiggle inside me, I wonder if I can keep up my side of the bargain. If I can teach her to be the best women and daughter of God, she can be. Will she look to me as an example or wish her mother was just slightly less flawed? I hope that I can teach her to be strong and yet gentle, to be true to her self and to use the spirit to dictate her life. Will she take all the good qualities from me that I can give her? I am grateful to have this new challenge and to learn and grow with this sweet gift from God.