To the Mothers Who Worry About Raising Daughters

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In a striking episode of a popular show, a character reflects on her journey with her daughter, saying, “I’m her mother, but it feels more like she’s my mother.” While that may seem absurd, it resonates deeply with many of us. My own experience with my daughter was unexpected, and I must admit, at first, it felt unwelcome. If you’re judging me for such honesty, I ask you to hear my story; it does have a bright side.

From a young age, I envisioned my future filled with sons. I dreamed of a lively household with four adventurous boys (including my husband), creating a treasure trove of wild stories to share. During my teenage babysitting years, I found boys easier to manage—less whiny and more prone to rambunctious play.

When my husband and I welcomed our first child, a son named Max, my dreams appeared to be on track. From the moment I saw his image on the ultrasound, I was smitten. Despite the challenges of colic and struggles with breastfeeding, I embraced motherhood wholeheartedly, documenting every precious milestone.

However, a surprise pregnancy soon followed Max’s birth. I was both shocked and secretly excited. As an only child, the idea of a big family felt right. But my second pregnancy was not as smooth. Nausea and fatigue overwhelmed me, and I quickly sensed a shift in my plans for an all-boy family. The ultrasound confirmed my fears: I was having a girl.

I wasn’t ready to face the reality, so I asked the technician to write it down and seal it in an envelope. With encouragement from family, we held a gender reveal party. As my son dug into a cake filled with pink M&Ms, I felt a mix of dread and disappointment. Everyone else celebrated, while I wrestled with my own feelings.

As my daughter, Lily, arrived on April 28, 2015, eight days late—a sign of her strong-willed nature—I couldn’t shake my sense of loss. I cared for her out of necessity but felt no joy. I resented her for taking my focus away from Max, who was still a baby himself. In my heart, I wished away her infancy, eager for her to grow up.

You might wonder about my conscience. How could a mother feel such indifference? The guilt was overwhelming. I kept my feelings hidden, fearing judgment from others. But many mothers likely share this struggle, and it’s okay to feel this way.

After a full year, I finally recognized the gift I had been given. Lily, though willful and demanding, is also intelligent, determined, and unique. The love I feared I couldn’t give blossomed as I learned to appreciate her differences. She stimulated parts of my heart I never knew were dormant.

Mothering a daughter turned out to be one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. I realized my apprehensions stemmed from doubts about my own capabilities as a role model. I worried I wasn’t the confident, bold woman I believed she needed. Yet, the journey of raising her has illuminated my own strengths and spurred personal growth.

To the mothers who feel anxious about raising daughters: Your feelings are valid, and there’s no need to hide them. In time, you’ll discover the beauty in your journey, embracing the experience in your own way. Be courageous; you’ll find that you need each other just as much.

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In summary, embracing the journey of motherhood, especially when it comes to raising daughters, can lead to profound personal growth and fulfillment. Trust in the process and know that your fears may just lead to unexpected joys.