More often than not, I am very glad to have 2 boys. Very glad.
I honestly think having boys is easier. As one father of a daughter put it, “When you have boys you only have to worry about one penis. When you have girls, you have to worry about all of them.”
The stories of Amanda Todd, Steubenville, and Rehtaeh Parsons haven’t made me think the modern life of a young girl will be any easier. Yes, parents lay the foundation of an identity, but there is a time when you have to let them go into the wild, and I just wonder how any young girl will be able to successfully navigate the new world order. Any parent that gets them through that drama gets my eternal respect.
Having 2 boys has gone as smoothly as one could expect. The clothes hand-down with simplicity. When it comes to play acting out scenarios, they are both about Lego, Batman, Spider-Man, and Star Wars. They speak the same language and love each other dearly. Sure, there’s more wrestling than I would like to see in the living room, and I’m constantly perplexed why everything needs to be made into a gun complete with sound effects, but I’m happy with the life I have.
And yet, despite all that, I wonder about the daughter I never had – Amélie.
I would have bet you my life savings that we were having a girl when Zacharie was born. I wasn’t so sure the second time, but just as we did in the beach sand of Cuba in January of 2007, when Jennifer and I visited Easter Island in the summer of 2009, we wrote 2 names in the sand. In Cuba, the waves wiped away Zacharie and Amélie. In 2010, Amélie’s name would once again be written, this time next to Charlie.
I think about Amélie every now and again. I don’t want a third child, I had the snip and am more than satisfied with the ‘excitement’ Z and Chooch bring to my life, but still … I wonder where she is and how would life have been different if one of our bedrooms had a splash of pink.