Girl child is precious.
This is what I was told in India. A lot. In fact, it’s everywhere you go. There are billboards emblazoned with this seemingly bizarre phrase towering over busy intersections and tall buildings. There are commercials on T.V. depicting young parents thoroughly enjoying their toddler girls at the park or the beach.
Girl children are, in fact, just about everywhere.
Although this might seem a bit out of the ordinary, there is a reason for this. Apparently, girl children weren’t always so precious. In fact, they were considered undesirable familial additions in India. So, in response, an educational trust teamed up with an entertainment channel and launched a massive campaign to convince the general population otherwise. Girl children are no bane. They are fun! Girl children are cute! Adorable!
Despite the sad reality of this campaign, we got a real kick out of it during our travels last year. I know we’re twisted, but we found the phrase hilarious for some reason. So, for some time afterward, we threw this phrase about in ordinary conversation or, really, whenever the opportunity arose to speak about girls or women. It always induced a good belly laugh.
Time passed and we stopped doing this after the memory grew distant. In fact, I sort of forgot about it until recently. That trip was over a year ago and so much has happened since then. Besides, I was on the brink of having my own children and they were both going to be boys. It’s not that I don’t find little girls precious. I do. I just always assumed I would have little boys.
Well, life is full of surprises.
As I lay on the gurney with K holding my hand, the ultrasound technician asked if we would like to know the gender of our child. We both eagerly said yes. She then placed her little device on my baby’s bum and I knew instantly. Well, it was actually pretty obvious.
“We’re having a little girl?”
“Yes, it’s a girl.”
Tears streamed down my face. It wasn’t disappointment, really. It was more of a shock. Although I thought I prepared myself for this possibility, I had not done so effectively. I knew the name of my little boy. I knew what he looked like and already imagined his calm temperate and sweet sweet disposition. He was going to be just like his father.
I looked at K. He looked as happy as he looked on our wedding day. Elated. His eyes were bright and twinkly. It was beautiful and sweet and I hope I never forget that expression.
He said, “Girl child is precious.”
I laughed through the tears. He was/is right. Girls are lovely. I have two amazing nieces, lots of wonderful girlfriends, an amazing mother, and a sister with whom I am extremely close.
I am having a baby girl.
The news is out and I embrace her with a full heart. An achingly full heart. In just a few days after the news broke, I was admiring little girls on the street. Such rosy cheeks. Look at those bloomers! What was I thinking? Was I worried she would be prissy?
But she will be whoever she wants to be. She will be amazing. She will be loved.
And, in honor of her existence, I am making you all a girlie dessert. Sugar, spice, and everything nice? Well, maybe just sugar. I hope you enjoy these meringues as much as I did. It’s my mother’s recipe, and and all-time favorite of mine.