I always knew I wanted a daughter - absolutely.
I didn’t want a child I could dress up in frilly pink dresses, since that categorically isn’t me.
I wanted a child who would have many of the same life experiences as me, as a girl, young women, woman, etc. Those life experiences are just different from men’s.
DC1 is a boy, and he’s an utter delight. Caring, sweet, empathetic, loving, kind, funny, cheerful,
musical and sporty. All I could have hoped for.
DC2 is a girl, and she’s equally amazing - smart, insightful, hilarious, loving, thoughtful, kind, sporty, inquiring, persistent and sensitive.
And I do have different relationships with each of them. Not because I have forced gender roles or expectations onto them. But because of who they are. I would have absolutely missed the mother-daughter experience, if I hadn’t had a girl. Little did I know it would be as good as it is, either.