Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Girls are easier to take care of and are less likely to have ASD or learning disabilities.
Could not disagree with this more. Girls might be be more "calm", but I'll take the energy over the drama and emotions ANY day. My life (with two little boys) seems MUCH easier compared to the stories I hear about girls.
Anonymous wrote:I did not care about the sex of our child. DH is the one who wanted girls because he feels they are more caring and would care about maintaining a relationship with us once grown.
Anonymous wrote:Girls are easier to take care of and are less likely to have ASD or learning disabilities.
Anonymous wrote:I think it is because men leave and don't keep the relationship with their family of origin up as much as a woman.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I have both. I already am upset about having to be a mil one day. Men grown up and don’t care for their families
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Girls get married too, PP. This one is weird.
No one wants to have a daughter in law.
Anonymous wrote:I think it’s because girls relate, typically, in ways more familiar to women. I love my boys but my first son has what I would describe as a very stereotypically “male” mind. He’s not interested in people or psychology, he’s interested in engines. I’m sure there are girls like this but TBH fewer.
I am lucky that my second son has a different cast of mind that gives us a different way of relating. But when I talk with girls my sons’ ages they are startlingly able to *talk* about things...it’s different. That said I am also amazed by how difficult they seem, so it’s not like the grass is greener.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:For me it was being able to re-write the crappy mother-daughter experience I had with my own mother, and also being able to experience certain childhood things all over again: the Ramona books, certain toys, certain activities. Obviously there are no guarantees, but I've gotten such a big kick out of sharing things with my daughter that my son doesn't quite appreciate as much. (Of course he and I have certain things too that we share.)
I read those with my boys. I've enjoyed raising them and showing them "girl" type things I enjoyed as a kid. Children aren't biased like adults are. My younger son loves the color pink. We should avoid stereotyping and pigeonholing our on kids into gender "norms". They miss so much that way.
I read them with my son too (why wouldn't I?), and he definitely didn't connect with them the way my daughter did. Just like my daughter almost always declines when my husband invites her to go into the yard to play baseball with him. I'm not going to pretend there are not any differences between my kids.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I think it is because men leave and don't keep the relationship with their family of origin up as much as a woman.
+1
This. Girls will take care of you when you're older. More time with grandchildren. Not having to navigate tricky DIL dynamics. Less likely your daughters will be involved in criminal activity.
Disagree. I am one of two girls and our parents do not expect us to take care of them when they are older. They are older now. Grandparents love my two boys as much as their granddaughters
Also, HUGE PLUS.... BOYS DON"T get pregnant. LOL
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:For me it was being able to re-write the crappy mother-daughter experience I had with my own mother, and also being able to experience certain childhood things all over again: the Ramona books, certain toys, certain activities. Obviously there are no guarantees, but I've gotten such a big kick out of sharing things with my daughter that my son doesn't quite appreciate as much. (Of course he and I have certain things too that we share.)
I read those with my boys. I've enjoyed raising them and showing them "girl" type things I enjoyed as a kid. Children aren't biased like adults are. My younger son loves the color pink. We should avoid stereotyping and pigeonholing our on kids into gender "norms". They miss so much that way.