We’re having a girl! We just found out last week that little “Zee” our 18 week old unborn baby is a girl.
Knowing that makes me feel excited and ecstatically happy as well as terrified all at the same time.
- I am a boy (of thirty eight years);
- I was born into a family of 2 boys (my brother, Bob and I);
- I have had a boy (my fifteen year old son Tom is a boy);
- Most of my friends are boys (albeit in their thirties).
So what on earth do I know about girls? (Aside from what I have learnt in my experiences as a boy – which does nothing to calm the fears!). How can I be sure that I won’t “break her” when I hold her?
Now, I’ve never met a dad who has a daughter and isn’t completely besotted with her. My friends and colleagues who have daughters clearly spend most of their time wrapped or being wrapped around the daughters’ fingers. People speak of daughters as “the apple of dad’s eye”, and “daddy’s little girl” or “daddy’s angel.” And I’m pretty sure that will be me too. I already feel like I was born to be the hero and the protector of my little girl.
People also say that girls develop quicker than boys (e.g. crawling, walking, talking). Girls are more studious than boys and more likely to take schoolwork seriously (which will be a nice change!). So there are a lot of pros to having a girl.
But the people also say that girls are more emotional than boys. They are fussier. They like having clean hands and clean clothes. They will take longer to get ready, and may be fussier eaters. These things I can cope with.
But as girls grow up into young ladies, they will date boys….and being a boy, this worries me immensely. I mean what boy on earth could possibly be good enough for my daughter? And how will I ensure that these boys treat my daughter the way she deserves to be treated? And how will I protect her?
My wife asks why I don’t have the equivalent worries about my fifteen year-old son Tom. Well that’s easy – it’s because he’s a boy. Duh!
So, I think the obvious approach is to take one day at a time, and to enjoy the pre-teen years with my daughter, before stocking up on birdshot cartridges and moving to a deserted island with no boys within a thousand miles