We have four DS. For me, that is two DSS and two DS. I love the very fibre of their being. I would never change them or swop them. I have no PND. I have no pink fantasies that are unfulfilled. DSS1 will shop with me. DS2 will wear the prettiest skirt and wings. DS1 and I will have the most intimate of conversations. DSS2 loves art and reading, just like me. I play football, climb mountains and love technology.
but as my DH says I just don't speak boy. Their conversations consist of trading facts, they have to be taught about body language/tone of voice and they are evolutionarily programmed to instil hierarchy in their pack.
To try and explain what it feels like to me. They speak boy. I once spoke girl, and now speak adult. I live in this country, boy, and I love it, I choose to live here. Hell, I'm thinking of getting dual nationality. But I wish I was part of an expat community. One where I could just relax and enjoy the cultural norms I grew up with.
fullof YADNU. I mourn that I never had a DD. it makes me sad. It brings a tear to my eye that the only childhood dream I never fulfilled was my DD. I am not ashamed. It doesn't make me a bad mother and it certainly does not diminish those amazing boys who will become princes amongst men. I do not want to change it.
But I now await the arrival of female friends, GF, DWs, and DGD. I save a place for them at my table.
Thank you for the thread. MrsD and the other posters who just touched my heart I salute you, your DSs and the DDs of your souls.