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Little girls and Little boys.....

I often wonder about the path my life has taken.  God has blessed me with many sons, so the Rhodes name is not in danger, but really, not one daughter among this brood, sheesh-- what is up with that?? People always ask me, do you wish you had girls? After giving birth to three boys, why adopt another boy, why not a girl?  Interesting question. I guess I just figured God knew best.  If I was supposed to have girls he would have given them to me.

They are really different creatures.  I don't get to spend a ton of time around little girls, but they are special.  I love the sweet knowing smiles, almost like they have little grown woman brains behind those little girl eyes. I love their soft hair, and love of all things shiny.  If I am honest with myself, I must admit, God knows me better than I know myself.  I have the temperament to be a good auntie to girls.  You know, the fun auntie that does crafts, and nails, and plays make up, and does facials.  I love give advice, and coach young women through character challenges.

But: When the whining begins, and the I am a grown woman in a little girl body back talk starts,.....I can say-- oh my, look at the time, love you! Later! 

My husband is fond of pointing out the irony of my weird relationship to the girls in my life.  I love them so much.  I adore the daughters of my friends.  I can also be highly critical.  I have to watch that, as a future mother-in-law.  I can see mushy character, and low self esteem a mile away.  My sons know that I will hold their chicks to a high standard of character.  That doesn't mean perfection.  That doesn't mean virginal innocence.  It means a good heart.  Respect for herself.  Kindness to others.  The desire to be the woman she is meant to be and not selling herself short.  Is that critical? Perhaps. I know better than anyone, that sometimes we have to go through some bumps and life lessons to grow into the women we are meant to be.  I just hope that the young women in our lives will be open hearted and open to wisdom, lol.  I can hope, right! Believe me ladies, I am praying for you already. The future Rhodes wives have been in my prayers for years and years....so I know I am not in this alone, I have the Big Guy on my side.

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