This afternoon, I sewed Leena a repurposed Imke shirt. She’s taking long naps, eating huge meals, and going through a growth spurt, so I made a roomy 18 month size.
I think it’s cute and funny, because it’s a sushi shirt. And babies don’t eat sushi.
This evening, just when I thought I might be at a psychological breaking point, two of my friends offered to watch the girls for a couple hours while I went out to dinner. It was a much-needed sanity break!
Even though the girls have been adoring, sweet, and well-behaved— geez, I hate to complain— it takes a great deal of focused energy for a grown-up to maintain the level of constant exuberance required by young children.
I totally lost it with a mom I met on my walk home from Sonya’s daycare this afternoon. She was pushing an umbrella stroller. Her daughter, who was asleep, looked about Sonya’s age. This mom told me I was so lucky because I had two boys. Before I could say anything, she said she was 43 and wasn’t going to have any more kids, and she was disappointed that she “only had a girl.”
That is a literal quote. Unbelievable.
I told her my sons were actually daughters. Then she said, “I’m sorry! That’s too bad! I thought they were boys.”
And then I lost it.
I’m not sure what I said exactly. I think I refrained from name-calling or profanity, but I definitely gave her an Angry Raging Pissed Off Feminist Speech that practically made her eyes goggle out of her head on springs.
If this woman ever sees me again, she will quickly roll her umbrella stroller to the other side of the street.
This was one of those kind of days.
But I think, even if I’d gotten more sleep and hadn’t spent the morning cleaning eggs off of every surface in the kitchen, I’d have reacted the same way.
There aren’t very many things that make me fly off the handle— but people WITH daughters who STILL wish their daughters were sons— they make me absolutely crazy. Someone who tells me it’s too bad that I have two daughters instead of two sons— THAT makes me ABSOLUTELY bonkers.
Because I wouldn’t trade my girls for any boys.
Or any other girls, for that matter.
Now I better get some rest.