When my husband and I started trying to get pregnant, we never talked gender. We just had "the talk," the one about "the child" and "the baby." When my daughter crossed her legs the entire time the ultrasound technician was pushing around on her little house, we resigned ourselves to continuing to talk about "the baby" for a full nine months - albeit one we'd dubbed "Squirmy" for the almost constant rumba in my tummy.
Then she came. She. The 10 toes and 10 fingers I wanted, the one beating heart, two ears, two eyes, two hands, two feet . . . and no penis. And I realized she was exactly what I wanted. So, from a mom of a little girl, I offer up part one of a two-part list of the best of parenting. I admit it, I'm biased, so I'm starting with the reasons we parents of girls have it better than anyone else. They say write what you know, so I will. As for part two, I'll be calling on all my friends with little men running around - they won't disappoint you.
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