I met a family with five daughters. Each day, mother arrived followed, in line, by the eldest to youngest daughter. I smiled as I thought of images from the “Madeline” books and the little girls who walked in straight lines
One day, the daughter in my class shared the news she was going to have a baby brother.
“I love children,” mother explained, “but I didn’t have a son.”
I smiled, “You have a beautiful family.”
She laughed, “My husband asked if I was happy now… but it would be nice if he had a little brother to play with. Would seven prove to be too much?”