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I have a daughter (Or, alternatively, I am slow)

Post author By Jordan
Post date 9:32 pm
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Maybe I’ve been a mother of a boy for too long. Maybe I’ve been out of school for too long. Maybe I’m just clueless. But this week, it suddenly hit me.

I have a daughter.

What up, Mom?

Okay, really, I know she’s a girl. In fact, it was one year ago today that we found out we were having a girl. So I’ve had plenty of time to get used to that idea.

But I guess I hadn’t really appreciated the full meaning of having a daughter until this week. It happened gradually. First we ran out of everyday pants for Rebecca, so I went through the mass of 6-12 month clothes we finally got out for her (she also still needs a dresser). All I found were dresses and skirts. I settled for a denim play skirt.

Look at those lashes!

We went through two denim skirts that day, and still the laundry didn’t get done (where is my laundry fairy?!). So the next day, I put her in a dress.

kids-feb-mar-2009-092small It was at this point that it hit me. I have a little girl. She can wear play dresses and tights—and I can buy frills and ribbons and flowers. She can play with dolls and pretend to teach them to read. She can play house, pretend to cook (if Hayden will let her take over those duties, of course), and dress up in my high heels. (No comment on doing her hair.)

But most of all: she can take dance lessons. Most instruments, most sports, most clubs, most other extracurriculars are fairly gender-neutral. But, let’s face it, dance lessons are they epitome of little girlitude.

This led me to a new dilemma: what kind of dance lessons? I did years and years of ballet, and a semester of Irish dance in college. I love lyrical; I don’t enjoy tap or jazz. We’re technically of Scottish descent, so there’s always Highland dance to consider.

I’ve decided, however, not to worry about all that now. Even after she’s old enough to start “dance” lessons, it’ll be years before she’s old enough or required to choose among the various styles.

And considering it took me a year to understand that we have a daughter, I’m sure it’ll take me that long to figure out what kind of dance (if any) we want her in anyway!

What are your favorite things about little girls?

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Kids/Parenting

The biggest MamaBlogga announcement EVER

Post author By Jordan
Post date 11:46 pm
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(I’m such a geek that I had a hard time not putting ‘EVAR’ in the title. And if you don’t get that joke, you’re a lucky, lucky person.)

I know this is probably going to come as a surprise to . . . well, just about all of you, but today we have the biggest announcement in MamaBlogga history.

It’s a girl!

Due 31 July 2008

This idea has taken some getting used to. Not the idea of having another child, but the idea of having a daughter. (You’d think I’d waited decades for a girl, LOL.) When I first found out we were having a baby, I thought it might be a girl, but until today I’d kind of changed my opinion.

It’s just that when I think of my child, I think of my son. A boy. So when I imagined my children a few years down the road, it was my sons—playing together, sharing bunk beds, going camping with Daddy. I was actually becoming attached to the image of little Benjamin, though I didn’t have any idea what he might look like. (Yes, we had a name picked out for a boy. We have one picked out for a girl, too.)

So it’s strange not to think of this baby as a boy. Strange to think of my child as my daughter. Strange to think of having a daughter instead of just being one. Strange to make myself call the baby (who is pretty darn active) “her” instead of “it” or, as I’ve defaulted to from time to time, “he.”

Of course we’re excited. I’ve always wanted a girl. Ryan and I actually felt pretty strongly both ways this time—we really wanted a boy, and we really wanted a girl. (But we weren’t hoping for twins.) Let’s hope I can remember all that I thought I knew about having a girl now!

And lest I forget, a couple other friends shared their own happy news lately: An Ordinary Mom is having a boy; Mommy Zabs is having a girl. I was waiting to comment on both until we found out what we were having (didn’t trust myself to keep the “secret” if I commented!). Congratulations, ladies!

This post is now part of the Mothers and Daughters Blog Carnival. Woot.

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Kids/Parenting

Sons and daughters

Two years ago at this time, I was a few weeks away from having one of my deepest fears confirmed. Seventeen weeks pregnant, I was not afraid of losing the baby or my child being born imperfect or unhealthy. I was afraid of something I had sensed for a while—and not only me, but my sisters (and even their friends!).

I was having a boy.

baby hayden Do not misunderstand: I love my son very much and would not trade him for a daughter. But before he was born, I was very scared to have a boy because I simply didn’t know what to do with little boys. (Other than, as my great aunt had exclaimed upon returning home at age 2 and finding a new brother there, “put pepper in he eyes and chop off he head!”) (Note: this is not recommended or acceptable or legal.)

I knew girls. I knew daughters. As the oldest of four girls, I knew exactly what little girls liked and played with and wore and enjoyed and did. I could shop for frilly dresses and baby dolls and play kitchens and dress up clothes and baby schools.

I could not see myself choosing between the hammer and the fire truck, the matchbox cars and the tool bench. Buying tiny suits.

But most of all, I could not see myself changing a little boy’s diaper. That’s how afraid I was of little boys.

So, in truth, I hoped to have a girl first. If I could have a girl first, I felt, I would have a child that I could care for confidently. And then I would be ready to “experiment” with having a boy later.

But my ways are not His ways, and my plan was not His. My first was to be a boy, and even before the ultrasound confirmed it, I had a nagging suspicion of that fact.

I do not think that I longed to have a daughter so I could have a child that I understood. Perhaps watching my three younger sisters growing up taught me that it takes more than a common gender to understand someone else. My sisters and I are each different—though we do have much in common. But I have long known that I would have to get to know each of my children as individuals, whether we happened to both be female or not.

And everything else, really, is incidental to that. I can tell you now that my son loves to turn the wheels on his toy cars, hit things with his toy hammer and throw his balls—none of which I bought for him (okay, except for one ball) (which I had to buy twice). He hates to wear his ties, but doesn’t seem to mind wearing his little suits (which I did buy for him). I can even do diapers with complete confidence (which I think comes from having been peed on several times).

But the trappings of his gender seem to have so little to do with who he is. He loves to laugh—throw back his head and guffaw a guttural belly laugh. Perennially curious, he loves to explore and investigate anything and everything. And because he is a little boy and my preconceived notions of boyhood include aversions to girls and their cooties, his spontaneous hugs and kisses seem all the sweeter.

I still want a daughter at some point—two, actually. But having my son first has given me exactly what I thought I would get from having a daughter—confidence in my ability as a mother. So bring it on, future sons and/or daughters. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.

This entry is part of the first Mothers and Daughters Blog Carnival. Sarah/SingForHim told me I could participate even though I have a son.

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