My Babies- Part 2: Ruby
My grandfather grew up with 2 sisters. My dad with 3. My mom had no brothers, and I was 1 of 5 girls. Naturally, this long line of XX chromosomes led me to believe that I would have all daughters. God had something else in store for me though! My first child was a boy, and then so was the second. When we went in for the first ultrasound with our third child I kept telling my husband that it was going to be a boy, just so I wouldn’t get my hopes up too high. To my complete and utter delight, our gender reveal photos for the third baby were accented with pink balloons and a pink bow around my growing belly- It was a girl!!!!! If anyone was more excited than me, it might have been my dad, but that is a story for another time!
Don’t get me wrong, I adore my boys! I find a great deal of joy in being a boy mom, but I love the experience of having little boys AND a little girl to raise. Growing up, I dreamed about raising a daughter, and what it would be like to have a real life “doll” to dress up and feed and push around in a stroller, so having Ruby in my life is quite literally a dream come true. And really, who doesn’t swoon over the adorable baby girl clothes when they’re out shopping, come on! I could hardly wait to put my little girl in the purple floral onesie that I bought for my first baby when I thought he would be a girl, lol! I was so ready for tulle skirts, tea parties, and fairy princess movies.
Because we had two boys before her, Ruby didn’t grow up surrounded by all the typically girly things though. She still loves to dress up in Spiderman suits actually. I remember when she was not yet two I was walking past the toddler bed in the guest room that had a Belle sheet on it. She pointed to it and said, “My princess, Mommy.” That sheet was the only item what we owned at the time that had anything princess on it, and I had never even mentioned the word princess to her. Somehow, my tiny little girl had honed in on that one princess sheet. Now she is 4 and quite well versed in all things “happily ever after,” and she has every right to think that anything pink in our home belongs to her, because anything pink in our home usually DOES belong to her!!
Recently I was helping my little Ruby pick out her clothes for preschool in the morning. We were in a bit of a time crunch and I was getting frustrated at how many perfectly acceptable options I had given her that she rejected because she doesn’t like grey pants, black pants, jeans, grey shirts, white shirts, or white sweaters. On the up side, she is a girl who knows what she wants! Like that one time she wanted shorter hair, so she cut it herself. (The half mullet is still growing out you guys!) Or the time she wanted the chocolates hidden high in my closet so she hid under the couch and ate the whole bag (I found the stash of wrappers a few days later). She’s basically a girl after my own heart.
If you follow me on Instagram you might have seen that I was in the hospital a few days before Christmas. The two days prior to that I was sick in bed, and every little bit throughout those days Ruby would come into my room, stroke my arm, rest her head next to me, or peek her little head in to see how I was doing. It was the sweetest thing. Most of the time she didn’t say a word when she came in, but it brought a little ray of sunshine into those dismal days.
My inspiration for choosing the name Ruby came from a verse in the Old Testament. Proverbs 31:10- Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies. I have this verse framed and hanging in her bedroom because I want her to know that she is worth more to us than all the riches in the world. I am grateful every day for a daughter. Come the teenage years I might not feel the same, but for now I can tell you that having a daughter of my own has honestly made my dreams come true.