I'm a mom to a little baby girl and I'm blogging to share the experience. Specifically, I talk about how wonderful, yes WONDERFUL, it is to raise a girl.
I was surprised, shocked, frustrated then finally plain angry to people's reaction to the news that it's a girl. The most common response was a polite, subdued "Ah, that's nice!" Some, who only a few weeks or months before congratulated me enthusiastically on the pregnancy, now simply smiled and didn't say anything. And quite a few others smirked and pitied us. The comments ranged from 'How unfortunate" to "You're in trouble" (addressed to my husband) to several distasteful jokes. Well, I only have one thing to say to these people: I'm parenting my daughter to be better than you.
I'm not saying girls are better. I disagree with everyone who claims or feels that either gender is better. I'm here to make the point that parenting a girl is a wonderful blessing and just as special as parenting a boy. There's no valid, logical or moral reason to fear the birth of a baby girl, other than people's disgusting, petty preconceptions.
I'm a woman in my 30s and I've been blessed with a wonderful, happy and fulfilling life so far. I have good friends, both men and women. I have a graduate degree, a great job, a beautiful house and no material worries, all of which I achieved myself through my own merit and work with no help from family, friends, boyfriends or others.
I have an amazing husband, which fills every day with smiles and happiness. I still feel butterflies when he kisses me.
I have lots of beautiful memories from all stages of my life, from childhood through adolescence through my 20s and now my 30s. Life gets better by the minute. I felt love and I was loved, I was kind and I was shown kindness, I'm a good friend to those who deserve it and I have good friends. If I didn't already have it, I would want to have my life.
I've always been happy that I'm a girl and a woman.
And I look forward to the rest of my life as a mom to a girl...my girl.
