It is actually pretty interesting what a world of difference it makes to an expectant new mom or dad whether their child is a boy or a girl. It is important whether that baby is carrying a penis or a vagina and can have unclear outcomes on how the expectant parents will feel and react to the news. You would think that a healthy baby is what the parents are hoping for but that’s usually not what you hear. It’s either I want a boy, or I want a girl.
Trust me, I know. I was supposed to be a boy. I’m sure I’ve blogged somewhat about the fact that my dad had a previous marriage before my mother and had 6 daughters with her. He then left her and married my mom, ultimately having 5 more kids but let’s take a step back. The oldest child from my parents was a girl, making her my dad’s 7th daughter. My next oldest sibling is another girl making her the 8th daughter. Then, here comes me, “A BOY!” ….Not! He was told I was a boy and my mom said he was the happiest man alive. He jumped for joy with happiness. As a matter of fact, he was so happy he left her and went with all his friends to the bar to celebrate. He was that happy, he left her and went to go celebrate with his guy friends. I’m hoping you can detect my sarcasm (eye roll).
9 months later, it’s labor day as in my mom is in labor with me and she gets rushed to the hospital because he wasn’t around at the moment. She had me at the hospital before he could even get there but when they told him, very carefully, that I was a girl, he wouldn’t even come see me at the hospital. He didn’t come to see me nor did he come to pick my mom up to take her home.
This is how important male genitalia can be to a person. Whether it’s because somebody wants their name to be carried on so badly or whatever the case, I would never think that a penis could drive a father to not meet his daughter. Don’t start crying for me now. It’s fine. I’m a strong Latina woman and cannot be broken. I am strong. I am independent. I am smart. I don’t allow men to dominate me. I am sweet and although they have tried to be abusive, I am not that person that will allow that dominant role that some men feel the need to play around me. I saw enough of that growing up. Before I end this, I will say I love my dad. We made up and on his death bed he apologized for my mom or whoever telling me that story. He wishes I would have never heard it and it’s ok that I have because it has made me who I am.
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