Be Careful What You Wish For!

Okay, let me vent for just a moment. I have always wanted a girl. I love girly things and makeup and playing dolls but for whatever reason, the Lord has blessed me with 3 boys. I love my boys but I always thought having a girl would be fun. Well, unfortunately as the years go by I am realizing that I have a girl, it just happens to be my oldest son.

What do I mean? Well, Lucas is a very emotional boy with a lot of characteristics that you would think of when it comes to a girl. For example, his feelings get hurt really easily, he can spend about a half hour doing his hair, he primps through out the day (if his hair doesn't look right when he looks in the mirror, he will do it again), he is VERY particular about what he wears and how he looks and he is constantly asking me if he looks good. Now, I am not saying that there aren't boys out there who have these same characteristics, I just don't know how many 6 year old boys do.

Let me share a few stories for you:

Story #1

About 2 years ago, I was in his bedroom cleaning up and I looked up and saw Luke looking at a picture of himself and Santa Claus. Out of nowhere he starts bawling. In amazement, I ask "What are you crying about?" In the most pathetic weepy voice, he responds " I just miss Santa soooo much!" DUDE! You are worse that I am when I am 8 months pregnant!

Story #2

Six weeks ago, I went to Walmart to get Luke's haircut. I usually go to Great Clips where they input in their computer what haircut the client received on the previous visit. So, I hadn't verbally told a stylist how to cut Luke's hair for a while. But, I was already in Walmart and I thought it would be more convenient to get his hair cut there because I had shopping to do anyways. BIG MISTAKE! So, when the stylist asked me how I should cut his hair, I told her a "1" on the sides and a "2" up top. Well, she did what I said and Luke left Walmart with a buzzed head.

Now, as you recall, Luke spends a lot of time on his hair. He puts gel in it, takes a comb and making sure each hair is in the right place and then finishes the beauty regime with hairspray to keep everything in place. With a buzzed head, he couldn't do any of that. His identity was lost. He started crying the minute we left Walmart. He was so concerned that people at school were going to make fun of him. Every day for the next few weeks I had to reassure him that his hair would grow back and no one would make fun of him. I am pleased to announce that his hair did grow back and we are back in front of the mirror around 4 times a day!

Story #3

4th of July started off really bad. We had planned a fun morning where we were going to go to the Centerville 4th of July parade. But, Luke was having one of his frantic mornings where his outfit was not coming together the way he wanted. He didn't like his shirt with his shorts and he couldn't find footy socks to wear. Well, after 30 minutes of him hemming and hawing, I had enough! We were going to be late and I was emotionally tired of him freaking out about his outfit. So, I made the executive decision that we didn't have time for him to do his hair, he was going to keep the outfit he had on and he was going to wear flip flops. OH BOY! That didn't go over well. His previous whining turned into hysterical crying. He was upset about everything I just said, but the one thing that hit home was him wearing flip flops. He didn't want to wear flip flops! In anger, I stomped into his room and graped the first pair of shoes I could find that didn't require socks. Now mind you, the shoes I grabed he has only worn 2 times because it just doesn't fit his idea of what he should be wearing on his feet. So, when I pulled those shoes out of his closet, he lost it! He couldn't bear the idea of putting those shoes on his feet. I took the shoes and Luke and threw them both in the car. Of course, he freaked out the whole way to the parade.

When we got to Centerville and started to get our stuff out of the car, he wouldn't budge. He was not going to leave the car with those shoes on. I couldn't believe it! He would rather stay in the car than go to a parade where there was going to be candy, friends and fun. But, he was TOO embarrassed to leave the car and have people see him in those shoes. So, Jordan stayed in the car with him. He cried and complained the whole time. After 45 minutes, he realized that he was being ridiculous. He apologized profusely and wanted to go to the parade. After much thought, Jordan made a deal with him. He could go to the last 10 minutes of the parade but when he got home he would have to go to his room for 3 hours. He thought about it and decided that 10 minutes at the parade was worth it. So, he saw a few floats, caught a few pieces of candy and enjoyed 3 hours in his room.

This is a picture of him pouting in the car on the way to the parade.

The infamous shoes!

With all of this said, I do love Luke and I think he is adorable. He is extremely handsome and will be a lady killer when he gets older. He has such a tender side to him that I absolutely love. He is really sensitive to other people's feelings and is always looking out for his little brothers. He is smart, kind and an outgoing person. I love him with all my heart and feel fortunate to be his mother. I wouldn't trade him for the world!