God Made Girls

RaeLynn "God Made Girls"

Somebody's gotta wear a pretty skirt,

Somebody's gotta be the one to flirt,

Somebody's gotta wanna hold his hand so God Made Girls

Somebody's gotta make him get dressed up,

Give him a reason to wash that truck,

Somebody's gotta teach him how to dance,

So God made girls.

He needed something soft and loud and sweet and proud

But tough enough to break a heart

Something beautiful, unbreakable, that lights up in the dark

So God made girls, God made girls

He stood back and told the boys, "I'm 'bout to rock your world."

And God made girls (for singing in your front seat)

God made girls (for dancin' to their own beat)

He stood back and told the boys, "I'm 'bout to rock your world."

And God made girls.

Somebody's gotta be the one to cry

Somebody's gotta let him drive

Give him a reason to hold that door so God made girls

Somebody's gotta put up a fight,

Make him wait on a Saturday night

To walk downstairs and blow his mind,

So God made girls.

Something that can wake him up and call his bluff and drag his butt to church

Something that is hard to handle

Somethin' fragile to hold him when he hurts

So God made girls, God made girls

He stood back and told the boys, "I'm 'bout to rock your world."

And God made girls (for singin' in your front seat)

God made girls (for dancin' to their own beat)

He stood back and told the boys, "I'm 'bout to rock your world."

And God made girls

Somebody's gotta wear a pretty skirt,

Somebody's gotta be the one to flirt,

Somebody's gotta wanna hold his hand

So God made girls, God made girls

He stood back and told the boys, "I'm 'bout to rock your world."

And God made girls (for singin' in your front seat)

God made girls (for dancin' to their own beat)

He stood back and told the boys, "I'm 'bout to rock your world."

And God made girls

Somebody's gotta wear a pretty skirt,

Somebody's gotta be the one to flirt (and God made girls, yeah)

Somebody's gotta wanna hold his hand

So God made girls 

 

There are a lot of girls in our home. There's a lot of pink. A lot of emotions. A lot of crying. A lot of loud singing. A lot of dresses and baby dolls and Frozen gear. Even our dog is a girl! When the girls are out and about (with or without my husband) people like to say, "Dad's outnumbered!" Indeed he is. But he also loves it. My husband has a heart for women. He treasures his position in our family and the opportunity he has to make us all feel edified and valued, like the princesses God made us to be. Upon learning that we are expecting again, people automatically assume that Dad must want a boy. Actually, if you ask him, he would tell you he'd love to maintain his house full of princesses. 

Girls are all we have known. While each of our daughters possess their own unique personality, as the mother of all daughters I understand their general makeup. I understand their parts, their hearts, their emotions, etc. I know when they push me away the most, what they really are asking is for me to hold them close. I know when they need me to buckle down and be a disciplinarian and when they need to just have a breakdown for a moment instead. I know they need to run around and be really loud sometimes. I know it's normal for them to change their clothes three times a day (It's no small task for a girl to get the right outfit!). I know they literally may not be able to stop talking (ever). I know they genuinely care about how their hair looks at the age of 2 and that simply being allowed to wear chapstick makes them feel beautiful. I know their inner desire to be seen, to be affirmed, to know that they are enough. When people have asked me what gender I'd like the new baby to be, I say, "Well, girls are all I know. I don't know what I'd do with a boy!" 

This morning at our 20-week ultrasound we were able to learn the gender of the newest addition to our family. We asked the nurse to write it down and put it in an envelope, and then we opened it together with the girls once we got home. I was overcome with joyful tears when we learned the news.

I still don't know what I'll do with a boy. But I know I'll learn. I'll learn his parts, his heart, and all the other things that make him a prince at the core of his very makeup. I couldn't be more excited. We have a son!