Monday, December 22, 2014

To Have a Girl

First, my sister had a boy.  Then I had a boy.  Next, my sister had a second boy.  Then I had a... girl.

I was used to boys.  I love boys.  They are awesome.  I thought it would be fun to have a daughter; I thought it would be fun to have a second boy.  Either sounded good to me.

We waited until delivery to find out if our baby was a boy or girl, but I was pretty sure for most of my pregnancy she was a girl.  Lo and behold, my husband got to announce "It's a girl!" on September 12th, 2012.

I was quite the tomboy as a little kid, so I didn't necessarily picture (or want) masses of pink princesses and Barbies (I'm hoping to prevent Barbie from entering our home, in fact) overtaking our home, but I pictured something a little different from what I got.



(See?  I'm not kidding.  That's me at age 5, circa 1986.  The sword?  The hat? The dirty, short sweatpants?)



For example, I thought having a girl would mean:

1.  Lack of Potty Humor.  Boys are known to find bathroom humor hilarious.  Well, so does my daughter.  I'm pretty sure her first real sentence was "I had a toot!" followed by belly laughter.

(Both of my kids think poop jokes are funny.  Some days, I don't really blame them.)



2.  Little Interest in Cars:  My son was obsessed with cars for a long time (and probably always will be).  We probably have over 300 cars.  I thought I would get to start watching a few other movies, like, say, The Little Mermaid or Frozen.  But guess what?  NEITHER of my kids will watch Frozen.  I am the last mother on the planet who hasn't seen it.


(Just some of my son's massive Disney car collection; now my daughter loves them too.)


3.  You know how all of us "boy moms" talk about how our sons never sit still?  We go on and on that they are extremely active, right?  I thought I might have a reprieve of sorts with a daughter-- I pictured her sitting in one spot for 10 glorious minutes, coloring or mashing up play-doh like other little girls I see, while I sipped a cup of coffee and chatted with another "girl mom."  Nope.  Not happening.  She has been up and moving as soon as she could crawl, and I have never once gotten to sit and have a complete conversation when at a playgroup with her.


Here's the thing.  If I could snap my fingers like Mary Poppins, I wouldn't change my spunky little daughter [though on second thought, I might change her ability to sit in one spot for longer than a gnat].  She is who she is, and I am ridiculously proud of her.

My mom and sister call her a pistol, and I completely understand what they mean.  She is a bold, adventurous little sprite who doesn't neatly fit into any stereotypes.  She is the most beautiful girl in the world to me, and she likes a tutu as much as other girls, but she is just as thrilled to stay in jammies all day.  She thinks babies are cute, but she also thinks Cars 2 is the best movie ever made; she adores Mater.  In a couple of years, I picture her sporting her brother's old jeans, swinging a fishing pole over her shoulder and announcing she's Gone Fishin'.

Plus, guess who laughed the hardest when she last announced her big toot?  Me.  So the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

*This post was inspired by my friend Jennifer Sando, who was hoping to "borrow a girl for a day," on her fantastic blog, The Intentional Mom.  I told her she is welcome to my daughter, but, as you can see, I'm not sure she would fit the bill.

Did you have preconceptions about gender before you had your own children?  What surprised you?  
~Julia @ Frantic Mama

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