Why I Wanted a Girl
It seems like every week or so, a different Mommy blogger writes an article about how she was initially unhappy when she discovered the sex of her baby. Not always, but usually, she’s upset because the baby isn’t a girl. The article goes like this: the writer expresses her disappointment, her love of pink, and then her eventual acceptance and adoration of her son. What never seems to get explored is why so many of us care what we’re having, and why so many of us want girls.
Before you think I’m criticizing or judging these women, I’m not; I’m one of them. When I found out my first child was going to be a boy, I was disappointed. When I found out my second child was going to be a boy, I was upset. I cried. For longer than I will admit.
I wanted a girl for some of the same reasons many of the women in the other articles do. Let’s get the nonsense out of the way first.
In part, it’s about the clothes. The clothes! I love flowers and hearts and birds and stars; and put together, ARGH, the cute is overwhelming! Plus, you’ve got all the accessories– from shoes to barrettes to jewelry to tutus–little girls are just fun to shop for and dress. Add in the nail polish and the hair braiding, and you’ve got a mini-me dress-up doll. Of course, this is all dependent on the child. Some girls hate pink and dresses and being girly. Some boys (like mine) like wearing nail polish. But in the fantasy of child-rearing, these are the materialistic things we envision.>> Read More