Maybe it’s because I already have 2 little boys, or maybe it’s because I have 3 sisters, but I am absolutely pee-my-pants-terrified of having a daughter. I have no idea why something so small and adorable could be so petrifying. All I know is that it is scary enough for me to consider not having any more babies.
People always ask me if I would be sad to never have a little girl to dress up. Well, let me tell you something, if all a child required was to be dressed each day, I would already have like 11 kids. BUT, kids require a lot more than just being a stand-in for your Cabbage Patch doll.
Maybe I just don’t want a daughter because I love my one night alone each year during the father-son campout. Or maybe I just plain like being the only girl and getting spoiled. Selfish? Absolutely.
Daughters seem to require more sensitivity. I hate to admit, but I have been called tactless, abrasive and downright mean. I’m not sure I could trust myself to be a very understanding mother. Boys grow up and keep to themselves. They keep their emotions inside. You just have to feed them. I remember coming home after getting dumped for the first time and sobbing for hours while my mom and sister got me cool washcloths for my puffy eyes. Could I do the same for my daughter?
Have you ever seen Peter Pan? My absolute fear is that I will have a bossy, know-it-all daughter like Wendy. Shoot! I’m a bossy, know-it-all.
Ok, maybe my fear is that she will just be exactly like me. Yikes.