Right now, there is a huge debate raging over a couples decision to scientifically choose the sex of their baby because, after having three boys, they want a girl. Now, this is illegal in Australia so, to bypass this, they have decided to fly to Bangkok and make their dream of having a daughter and their desire to provide a sister for their three sons, a reality.
Now I’ll sit on the fence and get splinters in my arse about whether I think this is cool or not. Mainly because I have a girl and two boys. Therefore, I don’t know anything about wanting for anything other than what I was lucky enough to receive, the best of both worlds.
I want to touch more on what possibly people think they may be missing out on if they only end up with only one sex. Is there really a major difference between having boys and girls though? Sure, one has a penis, one has a vagina. Is one smarter than the other because of its gender? Definitely not. If you have a girl, does mean she’ll never want to go fishing with her dad. Nope. If you have a boy, does that mean you won’t have a shopping buddy. Um, hello, I swear this worlds economy could be sustained on hair products sourced by the young men of today alone, so nope again. Do I believe my daughter cannot be the leader of this country all because she was born a female, absolutely not.
I can tell you though; regardless of sex they will all:
- Cry so hard as a baby you think they will damage themselves
- Make you feel like you would sell your soul for an entire nights uninterrupted sleep
- Have at least one explosive diarrhea incident
- Get into trouble with a teacher
- Have to do cross country and hate every minute of it.
- Projectile vomit from the doorway of their bedroom.
- Lie about where they have been, especially if it involves drinking passion pop at the school carnival. (Or so I’ve heard)
- Inflict physical pain on a sibling that in normal circumstances would see them charged with assault.
- Never be told by their parents they can't sing out of tune.
- Request Toot, Toot Chugga Chugga Big Red Car, just one time too many.
- Not leave home when you expect it.
- More than likely return home at least once after they’ve moved out.
- Have a minor bingle in their car being a dickhead.
- Be a victim of bullying
- Want to be the cool kid.
- And last but not least, practice tongue pashing kissing on their pillow.
The thing is, every family is different. Every combination is what makes each family unique. I honestly don’t know what I would have done if I had three girls or three boys. Would I have stopped? Kept going until I got what I wanted? Charted my cycle, followed some voodoo? Well, actually, I probably would have kept on going except my ever vigilant husband spotted this and booked himself in for the schnip the minute we had the all clear with number 3, Mr Jack.
I grew up with one brother. During the years we have fought, hugged, punched on, loved, kissed and told each other to go and stick objects where the sun don’t shine. I honestly think you could ask any gender sibling combination and they would say the same.
I still distinctly remember him refusing to stay home one Mothers day, choosing instead to go surfing with his mates. So I went into his room and wrote in very small letters onto as many his treasured Oakley posters that were plastered on his wall “ingrate” and “stay home pig”. I also took sips of his secretly stashed Contreau. We laugh about it now, but if he was a girl, would this scenario be any different? Nope. I don’t think so.
My friend tells me she kicked in the toilet door on her sister when they were in their teens because of some minor argument. Sound like something boys would do? Think again.
The thing I’ve found is that it’s personality, not gender that defines people. I want to enjoy my kids for what they are, unique individuals. Sure, my boys may not be future sports stars and my daughter more than likely will not be a ballet dancer, but to be honest, I reckon the fact that I have living, breathing souls with heartbeats I can hear when I press my ear to their chests, is enough for me.