Perhaps one of the greatest ironies in my own life is having two daughters. As all my three other siblings are girls, since young I longed to have heros and brothers who could stand up and protect me like what was often shown on TV and movies. Ironically, my mum put me in a girl school for six years until secondary one, a welcome change for me. Later in life, before settling down, I still had a social life, then I liked to hang around a lot with guy friends. I enjoy their company, I like their culture, straightforwardness, no wishy-washy, in Mandarin we call it "shuang kuai". When my husband and I decided to have kids, I yearned for a boy, I wanted to have boys. It was as if my hopes were build around bearing and raising up fine boys and strong men. When I was pregnant, I was almost sure that I was carrying a boy, I felt it was a boy in all my nerves. During my second pregnancy, I had the same feelings. But in both cases, I was wrong, they all turned out to be girls. I name them Jerrie and Jackie -- both very strong female names, in my opinion.
Don't get me wrong, I love my girls a lot, and I love them with all my heart, and I don't have the slightest sense of regret of not having any sons. I often think that if God then had given me boys instead, I would not be as blessed and happy as now with my girls and their loveliness and gentleness and all the precious lessons they taught me to be a better mother. I am just sharing with you how ironical life sometimes can be, and how sometimes we may be wrong about what could really make us feel contented and fulfilled in life.
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