Tis the time for friends and family to be pregnant again. There was a drought in my life of newborns entering the world for five to six years, and recently the news seems to be popping out with unexpected ‘accidents’ for those you thought had closed up shop.
So for those who have had their brood many moons ago and going back for thirds and fourths as they approach forty (or enter their forties), there is an overwhelming urge to find out the sex of the child, as life is too busy to not be prepared. And interestingly enough, for those who I know have ‘found out’, there will be a little army of girls parading around this earth in the next one-four months.
So here asks the question… what is better – a boy or a girl?
My sister, who had her first child at the age of 20 (a boy) who is approaching 14 years old, gave birth to her second child, a little girl the day after her son’s 13th birthday, and now is expecting twin girls in February next year. When she announced that she had found out that she was having girls today via text message, she said ‘watch out those teenage years!’ So, is it fair to say that most parents fear daughters in their teenage years, and not worry as much for their sons? Is that because girls approach puberty earlier, and it hits parents like a bomb shell when one day their innocent little girl is dressed up in pigtails and pretty pink dresses, and the next day she’s attached to her cell phone waiting for a boy to call her and doing things you were too scared to do at the age of fourteen, but seem to be all the rage now?
Is there a double standard in our children’s teen years, that if a boy loses his virginity at the age of fifteen he’s considered a hero even by his parents, whereas if a girl does it, she’s considered a slut? And is that double standard there, because it’s never the boy who’s ‘carrying the calf?’
I must admit, I am so glad I have two boys. I was never a girlie girl anyway, and I can’t stand all the hairdos, the frilly dresses, the endless amount of shoes, the desire to wear makeup – all the things that make girls grow up ten times faster than boys. My ten year old and eight year old laugh at the word ‘sex’ and any variation of it. My ten year old has an idea what it’s all about, my eight year has really no idea, accept it has something to do with a penis and a vagina. They get the ideas from watching ‘The Simpsons’ and movies like ‘Austin Powers’ where most the jokes go over their heads. And if they ask questions, I give them the truth… I don’t dillydally around to protect them, especially with all the hype these days of sexual molestation happening in schools, sports groups, etc. They need to know what’s acceptable and that they have the right over their own bodies.
If you ask them if they have a girlfriend at school or like any girl, the concept of ‘girl germs’ is still thrusted deep into their conscious, showing me that there is no way they are interested. And that’s fine.. they will be interested whenever they are ready. But girls are different… they already have their eye on a boy in their class. I remember my first crush was in Grade One, but by Grade Four this gorgeous little Greek boy started at my school and he was always going to be the one for me (it never happened, however it almost did once – we had a school reunion when I was in Year 11, and he wanted to go on a date with me after the reunion, but I had said ‘no’, as I already had a boyfriend).
The main complaint with having a boy is that they are full of energy, all the time. It’s hard to keep up and it’s exhausting, especially for older parents, but somehow we cope and do what’s needed for them.
We are all different, and we all want our ‘mummy’s little boy’ or ‘daddy’s little girl.’ And we do need even numbers of them to make the world go round. In the end, we are happy with what life dealt us and wouldn’t know what we’d do without our precious babies, and we support them and love them in the best way we know possible and help them on their journey in life, if it’s what we wanted or not.