My sister is now Mum to two most precious little guys, my sister in law is the doting Mum of the adorable Aidan, my husband is one of three boys, my sisters husband is one of two male offspring, and we have our little Harrison… You do the math! If we want girls, we have to import them into the family. Marry in, that sort of thing… If there’s enough, that is! Because while we’re on our way to ensuring the male population lives on, there’s bound to be a female drought in about 20 years time when it will be the fairer sex of slim pickings.
Even the Mums I know in the area I live; we mostly all have boys. Attending my first ever Mums Group (therapy) meeting, there was nary a pink frilly dress in sight! And already the boys seemed to sense this lifelong battle that lay in wait, all appearing to clamour for the attention of the few (and far between) little ladies that lay in their midst.
But back to my little Mason, some people assume my sister will be disappointed to have reproduced yet another male to carry on her husband’s family name. She’ll concede a little girl would have been lovely but does it make her want to go back and try for more? Hell no! She’ll tell you – she is more than happy to play Mummy to two blessed boys. It’s her lot in life to be surrounded by gorgeous men…and her husband (just kidding G, if you read this!)
It makes me wonder; and to be bluntly honest, is it really wrong to actually want to have two children of the same sex? Why is it expected that we yearn the pigeon pair, the “one of each please” mentality that myths and movies portray as the “perfect family unit”? What’s so wrong of being Mum to the same sex?
For one thing, its economical – you’ve purchased all the blue clothes, boys toys and down the track splitting yourself in two on a sports filled Saturday morning to take one to netball and one to soccer isn’t going to be an issue. That alone has got to be a silver lining people! And sure, the second child may live in a permanent shadow of comparison to its older sibling, not to mention be forced to don hand me down clothes until old enough to purchase its own but I imagine there is more a chance of them being great mates in life rather than the male spending his time trying to shield his little sister from all his big burly heart breaking mates.