I know I shouldn’t say this openly, but I’m really hoping for a girl this time around.
My household is definitely dominated by boys. My husband, a man who builds boats for a living, shares this space with our two sons, who have mastered the art of burping the alphabet, and think nothing is more hilarious than competing to see who can make the loudest fart. Shirtless wrestling matches are a staple of our family game nights, and let’s just say, discussions about bodily functions are frequent.
Our bathroom is a constant reminder of this testosterone-fueled chaos, as the scent of pee lingers due to the less-than-accurate aiming of the males in my family. You can find plastic dinosaurs and ninjas lurking among the houseplants, and our Netflix queue is filled with action flicks and spy thrillers. While we don’t enforce stereotypes, they certainly seem to manifest in our boy-heavy household.
I love my sons deeply. They’ve infused my life with a sense of adventure and joy that I never knew I was missing. They’ve taught me to be bold and to let go of trivial things, like broken lamps. Raising boys is an incredibly fulfilling journey.
As I approach the arrival of our third and final child, I’ve managed to resist the urge to find out the baby’s gender. However, I can’t help but admit my hope that this little one is a girl.
I yearn for that special mother-daughter bond that I hear so much about. I dream of dressing her in cute outfits, hosting tea parties (which my boys absolutely despise), and having those empowering conversations about womanhood. Listening to my friends talk about their daughters borrowing their eyeliner or favorite leggings makes me a bit envious. I often find myself daydreaming about engaging in hair-braiding sessions or exciting science experiments on lazy Sunday afternoons with a daughter of my own.
My heart longs to pass down the wisdom and stories from my own mother, grandmother, and the vibrant women in my life who shaped me. They taught me resilience and the essence of womanhood, instilling powerful feminist principles in me.
That said, I’m also committed to raising my sons to appreciate and support women. We have open discussions about gender equality and respect for personal boundaries—teaching them that girls can be just as strong and capable as boys. Their father serves as a fantastic role model, and we work hard to ensure they understand the importance of feminism.
Still, there’s something uniquely special about the connection between mothers and daughters that I find myself yearning for in our home. While my bond with my boys is unbreakable and fills me with love and pride, I can’t deny that I desire to experience that same connection with a daughter. I won’t apologize for this wish, and I hold onto hope for the future.
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In summary, while my household is filled with boys and the associated chaos, my heart yearns for the unique bond that a daughter would bring. I cherish my sons but hope for a girl to share a special connection with and to pass down the legacy of strong women in my family.