30 Days of Thanks: Girls Rock
Author note: I hope this goes without saying, but this post is written in complete tongue and cheek fashion. I have absolutely nothing against little boys except that they are often dirty and acting like monkeys.
In truth, I’m not sure what would have happened if I’d had a boy. Oh, I would have adapted, I suppose. Actually, I fully expected our second child to be one. I naturally assumed it would be exactly like it was for me growing up (I have an older brother), but why I thought that with any clarity is beyond me. So, when the sonogram showed we were having another girl, I was shocked. But it didn’t take me long to realize how amazing this would be … sisters often have a special bond, and it is one of my greatest hopes that my daughters will always be the best of friends.
But back to why boys are icky and girls rock.
My daughters threw sand on the playground, I’m not going to lie. I think the attraction of a fistful of sand is somehow built into every child’s DNA. But I have to say they don’t use every last bit of their energy to hurl themselves around the playground, leaving a trail of battered toys and snacks in their wake. Boys like to knock things down and look to you for approval; girls are often left building back whatever castle or ice cream parlor they were creating in the first place.
What was that self-help book from the early ’90s, Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus? Well there’s no question: the differences start at infancy!
Here are a few more:
-Girls talk things out. They may talk into minutia before getting to the point, but they let you know how they’re feeling. I appreciate this when I’m trying to solve the “marker on the couch” mystery.
-The clothes are cuter. I’m sorry, they just are.
-Unless terribly sick (in which case, all bets are off), they are aware of buggers and the need to dispose of them discretely.
-I don’t want to get into gender stereotypes (my daughter happens to be obsessed with dinosaurs, which is typically considered more “boy-ish”), but I like playing with my daughters. We play dolls and dinosaurs together and there is no fighting or repeatedly ramming the two together.
-I’m pretty sure I’d be terrible at performing any kind of martial arts maneuver. Though maybe all boys are not in to world domination through karate chops?
And while it’s true that my husband, like most men, would have loved to have had a little boy, there is nothing sweeter in this life than watching his relationship with his daughters, whom he adores. With that said, I’m thankful for little girls this month (or in other words: boys drool, girls rule).
There’s so much to be thankful for, we can’t fit them all into one post! Check out BabyZone’s 30 Days of Thanks page to see all the things —great and small—that we can be grateful for each day.
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