Why I Like Baby Girls

This is some random blog i read n i was thrilled there are people out there who share my point of view. I love baby girls n I'm saying that because i don't like boys; babies, teens, men, old, all! Every word written in this blog post is just what i feel and there are other things about girls too which i like, they are sensitive and caring and no matter how tough or strong, they have soft corners alright! There's a lot more i can say on this topic which I'll do later maybe. So here's that blog post.

What is it about girls that everyone wants one? I am sure, on the back of the news that Victoria Beckham is having a girl after three boys, there are many women who are green with envy. It used to be we all wanted boys – they fight wars, earn money, protect us when our menfolk are away. But we’ve all moved on from that. Now, all anyone wants is a girl. I hear it all the time, pregnant women who tell me they are hoping for a girl. 'I just wouldn’t know what to do with a boy,’ they say.

I know how they feel for I have three boys and one girl. When I had my first son Raymond 14 years ago, I was convinced he was a girl. I couldn’t imagine myself having a boy. When I called my mother after giving birth to tell her I’d had a boy and not a girl she said, 'Oh dear. I hope you’re not too disappointed.’ But I adjusted. I just assumed the next one would be a girl.

But it wasn’t. It was Leonard, now eight and the one after that was Jerry, six. It was only when I’d persuaded my husband to try for a fourth that I decided to get a bit more proactive about getting a girl. I went online and got a kit. I took my temperature on a daily basis, changed my diet, and finally got a girl. The day the doctor told me I cried for joy for hours on end.

But why did I want one so? Why do women such as myself and Mrs Beckham become so desperate we will continue to have children and go to all sorts of extreme lengths, just so we can put the pink balloons out?

For me, it’s partly probably to do with the fact that I have such a close relationship with my mother. I know boys love their mothers. I know my boys adore me, and at the moment, I am their only shining light of womanhood. But one day some other person is going to come along and take my place and then...they will go. Not in their entirety but away they will sail off in to a land of love and possibly paternity and all I will be is mother-of-the-groom and granny-once-removed. When children come along I shall have to bite my tongue and be secondary in the pecking order to the Other Grandmother.

But a girl…oh girls don’t go! Girls are so nice to their mothers. They ring them and talk to them and care and share with them. I adore my mother. We have great fun together. The thought of not experiencing that relationship with a daughter of my own made me desperate for a girl.

But there are other things; I am not a particularly 'girly’ person but even I cannot help but feel entranced by little girls’ clothes. There was a long standing joke in my family about how, every Christmas, I bought my endless amount of nieces beautiful clothes. Apparently I used to hand out these presents with a great look of yearning in my eyes. Now, despite my supposed hatred of shopping, my daughter and I career round the shops picking up little pairs of sparkly shoes.

There is also something that is, for me, more intellectually satisfying about a girl. My brother, who is very intellectual, said he only ever wanted girls as girls interested him mentally more than he thought boys ever would. He has three daughters now and is very happy. It’s true that I find my daughter more complex than my sons, even though she is just four. In some ways she is easier. She understands that she can’t run screaming round the library, a concept the boys could never grasp. She can sit still on aeroplanes. She can behave in restaurants. She doesn’t want to destroy/climb/take apart everything. She even says things like, 'can I go to bed now?’ whereas I have to drag my three boys by their hair to get them upstairs, even when their eyelids have hit the floor.

In other ways she’s more tricky. She talks non-stop and spends her life asking endless questions. She also obviously mimics me – she plays with her hair and pouts when she looks in the mirror and the boys says, 'ooh, you’re just like mummy.’

I am sure the business brains surrounding the Beckhams already have dollar signs ringing in their eyes. A fourth football-loving Beckham boy would have been nice but nothing to write home about. But a girl Beckham? The marketing possibilities are endless. But I bet that’s not why Victoria Beckham wanted a girl. She just wants someone more like her than those boys and who can possibly blame her for that?

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/family/8381391/Why-everyone-wants-a-girl.html