It's been almost three months since Tom and Hillaray shared with us the wonderful news of their pregnancy. I've had some time to digest the reality that I will be a Grandpa. Just this week, however, they learned the gender of their first child. While I can honestly say that I had no preference regarding gender, I'm very happy to know that my first grandchild is a boy.
Almost thirty years ago, Kathy and I were laying on the grass at Central Park in Santa Clara. We were not yet married, but we knew that was in our plans. I told Kathy that I'd love to have three daughters. I'm not exactly sure why I felt that way, but perhaps it was because I had such a great experience coaching girls' basketball at St. Christopher School in San José. Well, God's plans are not always our plans, and we were blessed with three awesome boys. I think God knew that I would be too overprotective if I had daughters.
As the years passed, I learned how to parent boys. I grew to understand their temperments, their needs, and their uniqueness. I learned that tossing a few Cheerios in the toilet and telling the boys to "sink the ships" was a great way to potty-train them. I learned that boys are competitive by nature, and that despite my desire that they not have guns as toys, they turned everything from Legos to tree branches into guns for play. And I learned that spraying whipped cream into their mouths was an effective way to diffuse any tension between them.
So I'm grateful that my first grandchild is a boy. Not only will the Carroll name continue for another generation, but I'll have more confidence in my role as a Grandpa than I might have had if the first grandchild was a girl.
Hillaray's due date in late September. I can't wait to meet the newest member of our family and begin my role as his Grandpa. I can do this!