“Clever down, every mother really wants a daughter,” the woman longevity next to me at the bar said smugly.
What? Really? No, that’s not true! That was it, I’d sanctioned enough. After almost 10 years as a mother of boys, I couldn’t deny quiet any more. I’d been hearing it for years — almost a decade to bid the truth — and I couldn’t take it anymore. No, every mother doesn’t as a matter of fact want a daughter and even so, who was she to be informing me of this. Unfortunately for this visitor, whom I’d only just met at a cocktail party at an industry convention, she averred the wrong thing at the wrong time and became the unsuspecting victim of my articulated rage.
If I really think about it, it started mere minutes after my earliest child was born. Always a fan for a surprise, we didn’t find out what we were comprising with either of my pregnancies. And both times, I was shocked to give lineage to sons. Though I have a brother, my mother came from three procreations of families with only daughters. But my husband was one of three boys. So there was that. But atypical some people, who prayed to have a child of one sex or another, I really didn’t must a preference with either of my children. And after having my first son, I was in actuality frightened by the idea of having a daughter — I knew what I was doing with a boy. I’d arrange a learn a whole new way of wiping with a daughter!
But when I was pregnant with my assistant son, even strangers would stop me and say things like, “I bet you’re hoping for a daughter.” Or, “Now that you press a son, you need a daughter.” It’s amazing how someone else’s pregnancy completely expunges the filter from some people’s brains.
And then my perfect, snuggly, captivating second son arrived. It didn’t take long for strangers’ loose lips to start tabbing again.
“You’ll try for the girl, right?”
“Sons are wonderful, but it’s a daughter that wipe outs care of her parents when they’re old.”
“A son’s a son until he takes a wife, a daughter’s a daughter all of her pungency.”
“You know, my friend’s friend used
this method to guarantee her third inclination be a daughter and it worked. Want me to ask her about it?”
I’ve heard it all, and I’ve never let it get to me before. My dynasty’s complete, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Sure, I have my old sorority sweatshirt and some minority jewelry boxed up in case a niece wants it one day, but I truly cherish my mortal as a mother of boys. Which is why the comment probably stung as much as it did.
I was prospering my way up to the bar with a friend who had recently given birth to her second son. We were confabbing about the conference and working mom issues, when an acquaintance of hers, who hadn’t dream ofed her since she gave birth, wanted to know what she had. “A son!” my friend declared. “Oh,” the woman, who happens to be the mother of a daughter, said a bit deflated. “I’m sure you were wishing for a girl.” And that’s when I launched into her.
Don’t project your insecurities or your own unsettles onto me or any other mom for that matter. Just because you want something, doesn’t intend I do. And don’t make this a competition. There’s more than enough meet in the mommy world to go around. Let’s not start competing about something we secure no control over.
All of this is to say that we need to be nicer to people. We impecuniousness to take people’s feelings into consideration. We need to consider some of the underlying tenets of preschool — be nice, say nice things, think before you affect, etc. While I considered myself to be blessed to have two sons who would flounce on water for me (and after seeing how my husband and his brothers care for their look after, I know I have a lifetime of support ahead of me), I’m sure there are moms of sons out there who desperately requisite a daughter. And mothers of daughters who dream of having sons. There’s no accomplish formula for what makes a family whole. But I do know that I wouldn’t switch mine for all of the tutus, tiaras, and estrogen in the world.