When I was born, I was the third child. Two females preceded me. By then, I would imagine that my parents would have had their fingers and toes crossed, and thought "third time lucky" but, lo and behold, another baby girl.
Was my mom sad? Was my dad disappointed? I will never know.
I do know, however, that they did give it a final shot and had a son four years later.
No matter where you live, I think that most couples secretly long for a son. Why? Who really knows?
What makes us women feel this unseen pressure to produce an heir to the 'throne'? Does it make the family "whole"?
I readily admit that I did feel some apprehension when I was expecting my first child. I so wanted a baby boy! When I had a miscarriage, I had a small tinge of remorse at not hoping for a healthy baby, regardless of the sex. Yet, when I conceived again, I so wanted a baby boy again. Who plants these ideas in our subconscious?
Shouldn't we be immune to these thoughts since motherhood is such a noble and natural part of our being?
I feel certain that after two girls, my mom prayed for a boy. Yet, I don't ever remember being treated differently. Heck, I don't even remember the day my brother was born. There's nothing in my childhood that made me believe I was any lesser for being a girl.
All through my growing years, I never had any notion that baby boys were coveted. Well, at least, among us three girls and one boy, there was no hint of disparity in how we were brought up. In fact, I did hear comments that my brother would grow up to be 'girlish' and 'gay-ish'. Hah!! He's as macho as they come!
Yet, somewhere, somehow, this belief that I should want a baby boy was planted in my mind. Who put it there?
Have I missed having a daughter to call my own? I really wouldn’t know. It’s not the same but a consolation is that I have two beautiful nieces and they come wonderfully close to having my own girls.
In today's world, is there anything totally gender biased? The line that divides the sexes is too fine. No one sex really has a monopoly anymore.
Be that as it may, it's not about your sex or mine or even that of a baby. It's just about living, loving and ignoring the non-essential detail.
A child is, after all, a gift to us!