True Confessions of a First Time Dad: I Prayed For a Boy

Ask anyone of my friends.  Close, distance, enemy, brother-like, any semblance of a friend I may have had throughout my life and they would tell you I prayed that God would give me boys. 

You must know, I grew up in a house of all boys and we are all boy to be sure. 

We did every sport possible, beat each other up, didn't shower for days, left at sunup didn't come back until mom yelled, never knew the toilet had a seat to put down, would pretend clothes hangers were guns or bows, burped, farted, sometimes at the same time, and we could all spit within an inch of our targets. 

We were BOYS!!!

A huge part of me had dreams of wanting that kind of relationship with my boy, but the other part of me thought of how tragically messed up a little girl would be under my stunted direction too.  That's why I thought it safest for everyone involved that I had boys.  So I prayed and asked God to give Cherie and I a boy.

That's why when the doctor held up our first born, just 12 short months ago, and announced "it's a girl!" I never thought I'd love Garth Brooks so much. 

What?  Bear with me.

In one of his famous songs Garth wrote these lines:

Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers

I 'm so glad God didn't answer my prayer the way I wanted because I am hook line and sinker a daddy's girl and I love it!  Now I can't imagine life without my little Aniston or BG as I call her.  I love our "Daddy Days" each Friday when we play with her dolls and I tell her how much I'm going to beat up any boy that even makes her cry.  I've even come to grips with pink…wow.

Sure I still think about adding a little boy to the Hunt family in the future, but if God doesn't let a Y-chromosome come out to play with a X-chromosome…I'm good with that too.  (Yes, that was some genetics humor for you Aunt Katie 🙂 )  Girls don't "drool" anymore…they are pretty stinkin' cool if you ask me!

It may be hard to swallow sometimes, but many of God's best answers in my life, and perhaps in your life, have been "no".  It's the kind of answer that hurt when you receive it, but looking back it was that Godly rejection that saved you years of pain.  

That's one of the attributes of a loving God that we lose site of sometimes.  The tough love He gives us that says "no" even when everything within your human flesh is screaming "please say yes!!!"  

Hopefully we can all one day get to a mature place in our relationship with Christ that even when He says "no" we know that He only wants good for us! 

I know for me the "no" He gave me has been one of the best gifts of my life!



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