My period arrived on Friday night, just as I was heading down to the hotel pool with all the high school kids. By evening on Saturday, when we were finally through being responsible for nine boys who hadn't stopped talking for three straight days, I let my annoyance with them convince me I was glad I wasn't pregnant. At one point during the weekend, I almost called my doctor to refill my birth control. My patience with those boys was quickly wearing thin. (The PMS certainly didn't help.)
I always thought I wanted boys. Most of my close friends growing up were guys. They were laid back, drama-free, and we seemed to understand each other. Girls confused me.
But now, I love coaching girls. I have never felt the overwhelming need to just get. away. from. them. now like I did about the boys this weekend. They've always been sweet, respectful, and fun. The boys were obnoxious, loud, and annoying. I seriously questioned if I was cut out to ever be a parent.
In fact, I'm still questioning it. I know I'll never be able to handle nine teenage boys, that's for sure.
Anyone else ever question your ability (or desire?) to parent? What makes you doubt?