I love my boy. He's about to turn 10 and he is wonderful, lovely, intelligent, cute, funny, snarky, awnry, active, snuggly and just about the best boy ever in the whole world.
I also have a girl and she's exactly all those same things and the best girl ever in the whole world.
The bottom line is that once they pop out and they're yours, you adore them, and sometimes you throw your hands up in exhausted frustration at a loss for what to do and other times you can't believe that wonderful person came from you. And that part doesn't end up being gender specific.
I wanted a girl first and I was initially saddened that I had a boy, but in the end it's all good.
