I read a post from Tiff of My Three Ring Circus some time back entitled “Things I Know about Boys“.
It reminded me of some thoughts I had when I was pregnant with my second child.
Before we found out how difficult it was to conceive, we imagined we would probably just have two children, a boy and a girl.
I was keen to have a boy first (since I always wanted a big brother – I’m the eldest. Why that affects what children I had I don’t know. Anyway…..). Hubby was keen for a girl first (he’s the eldest).
Then we had trouble conceiving and were hoping for just one child, boy or girl.
Our first little miracle was a girl. We were thrilled to bits. Then came the time to try for a second and I really hoped it was going to be a boy, though, as you do, I said at the end of the day, a healthier child was the most important, and I meant that.
We fell pregnant fairly easily second time round (go figure) and I felt I was having a boy until the 20 week ultrasound confirmed otherwise. I was a teency bit disappointed, only because, at my age, it was unlikely we’d try for a third. Yet I had to remind myself that even if we did, there was not guarantee a third would be a boy either. This child looked healthy and well “for my age” (as they always said) so I quickly adjusted my thoughts. And so the pregnancy continued.
Then one day, while still pregnant and watching my toddler at her swimming lesson, I found myself observing a mother with her little boy. Then I thought about the relationships my brothers have with my mother. And I couldn’t help wondering if I might be missing out on the special bond that a mother and son have. I felt a little sad thinking I’d never experience that. I have no real idea if it would be different than mother and daughter but I suspect there would be differences. As a mother, I would have loved the opportunity to know what both were like.
Lil S was born almost 9 months ago now and we love her to bits. She is adorable and fairly good natured and gorgeous. Miss T loves her baby sister and Lil S loves watching, smiling, and laughing at her big sister. I can see the possibility of them growing up as best friends, or at least I hope they will like Donna from Nappydaze and her sister have.
Besides, having a second girl means I’ve saved on heaps of new clothes! Hand-me-downs rock!
What are your thoughts and experiences of mothering boys vs girls or vice versa? Do the bonds you have as a mother feel different?