Third’s the Charm? A Letter to My Son as He Prepares for College

When I was pregnant with you, my third child, I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t thought about how much fun it would be to have a little girl, a little pink in my life. At the time, I had two little boys, and a houseful of Legos, superheroes and dump trucks, not to mention, everything painted, clothed or covered in blue.

Daddy and I decided not to find out the genders of your brothers. So, in keeping with tradition, we didn’t know what you were.

We figured this would be our last baby (well...