A Sonny Obesession

Seriously, why are people obsessed with having boys?

Reason for my asking? Well, we've just found out today that Daphne's expecting another girl and the best part is that we're really excited about it.

But not quite some.

I sms my family to let them know the news only for my mum to call me back and say "Nevermind. It's okay. Girl also good."

The problem is, I am very happy with a girl. Maegan's been a great girl and I'm looking forward to have another one in the family.

Later that day, Daphne told her family about the news and the response that came back was somewhat similar. "It's okay that it's a girl. As long as she's healthy." Spot on but why the lack of enthusiasm.

It's troubling me that people's perception of a happy family is one where you have at least a boy and a girl and if all else being equal, a boy is a minimum.

The more I ponder, the more I realise that silent expectations hover around couples. First the expectation of when, then the expectation of how many, and finally, the expectation of a boy.

Maybe I'm different.

Truth be told, I would love a son. I would love the opportunity of bringing a son up in the ways a guy would. Familiar him with truths about life that only men understand. Important life changing stuff like supporting Liverpool and any team that plays Man U. That Mac is better than PC and why a PS3 is a great educational tool (something that mummies will never understand).

I would be able to tell him what works with girls and what wouldn't and never ever forget a girlfriend's birthday. I would love the day where my son would bring home a girl for family dinner and tell us sometime later that he has proposed.

It would be wonderful to have a son to rough things out with, answering all his questions about being a man and talk about how he intends to propose.

I would love all these memories. These are things that comes to my mind when Daphne was first pregnant with our son. Unfortunately, all these little thoughts were dashed when Mattheus passed away shortly after he was born.

When Daphne was expecting Maegan, we had a trying 9 months. Months of anxiety and worry because we weren't sure what to expect after our first born died. We took each day passed as a step forward in the right direction. We prayed and we hoped and God was gracious and loving to bless us with the most adorable princess.

Today, I look at Maegan and realise that what is important in life is not the wish of a son, but that of a precious child. I'm tempted to write an healthy child but really, every child is precious, healthy or not because the baby in our arms, son or daughter, is every bit our flesh and blood, every bit special and precious.

Do we often think of having a boy? Many times I guess but having gone thru what we have, having another baby in our arms, safe and sound, would in itself, be a great great blessing.

So my frustration and disappointment when people attempts to comfort us when we're having another girl. Perhaps it's that of culture. Perhaps it's that of tradition. Either way, it's a news worth celebrating.

And celebrate I will when my daughter is born. If not for everything else, I get to walk down the church aisle twice.

Now that's worth celebrating. :o)