Owen announced it this way, "well, the baby is my sister!" and to much delight the word has spread. Statistically, it's a 50/50 chance that it's a boy or a girl, but it just seems considering both Matt's and my family, that it would be a boy.
Honestly, we were comfortable with our boy name selections, we have plenty of boy-gear, and heck, what's new to know about boys at this point! so I will admit that it took a bit of time for the news to sink in, and even now, while I'm super excited considering all the awesome girl-type things we'll get to do; girls, well, they're a mystery!!
I don't consider myself a typical girl...I like girl things, and pretty colors, but I was never girlie and the age of over-indulgent parents priming their girls to be princesses is just revolting to me on some level. I might encourage my daughter to believe in fairies while she's young, and if she wants to dress as a viking warrior princess, well, I'll encourage painting her face as well: ) In a way, I want her to be all the things that we've encouraged Owen to be...polite, empathetic, competitive, inquisitive, funny and secure in being himself.
It is with some pride that I recollect my mom sending me etiquette class the summer between 6th and 7th grade. I the time, I was caught between detesting them and being curious about what I was learning. I suppose that if I had an older sister or girl cousins it wouldn't have been a big deal, but oddly, I remember more about those classes than most anything else I learned during that time period of my life.
So, Matt, Owen and I discuss girl names; Owen informed us this morning that we just have to make up our minds and that's it. He's right, but for some reason there's more pressure in picking this name - chances are she'll detest it for some period of time regardless of what we chose. Doesn't that just go with the territory? or maybe this feeling is simply the long-standing biological response that parents have always had when having a daughter - that girls are fragile, weaker in some manner, and require more protection; not that I believe that necessarily, but if deep in the recesses of my human DNA I'm predisposed to it then it would almost be a relief. Either way, I'll get over it the first time she kicks some little boy's ass...
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