In Praise of Daughters

Letting Mom Sing Along

For ages past, and in many parts of the world even today, people have prayed (and done more than pray) for sons.   I personally never participated in such prayers, and was lucky enough to be blessed with daughters.

I’m sure sons are very wonderful.  I have lots of terrific nephews;  my daughters have male friends who are fine people.    But I was lucky enough to be blessed with daughters.

I really don’t want to seem sexist here.  I suppose it is true that sons, in this modern age, can and do enjoy many of the activities that daughters do; I am sure sons can, like daughters, keep their mothers company in ways that are extremely kind and thoughtful (and also a bit goofy).  But I also think it probable that sons, especially in their teens and early twenties, may be more driven than daughters to separate themselves in clear and definite ways, ways that may keep them from indulging their mother’s silliness, and that may interfere with a certain playful cameraderie.

Most college age sons, for example, probably will not (even with groans) sit next to their mom while she watches Robert Pattinson on MTV.  (Actually, even daughters won’t put up with this for long.)

Nor will most sons dance away dark clouds on a country lawn.   Nor make risotto, and then something called, “fool” (without a single comment that it resembles a certain older female family member.)    (Fool’s like custard but with folded-in whipped egg whites.)   Nor will most sons play clips (communally) of old musical comedies on Youtube, letting the mom sing along.

Somehow daughters can do things like this and still remain extremely independent.  An amazing gift in all senses of the word.

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