Before getting pregnant, and even as long as I can remember, I hoped to have a son. It was probably a mix of some clinging to gender stereotypes and wanting to go out on lots of manly adventures with my son, but I know it was born more of a fear of the unknown.
I never had sisters growing up. Most of my interactions with the fairer sex between the ages of 3 and 13 were spent keeping my distance. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t terribly afraid of girls. They just seemed to play with different toys and have different interests. Even writing this, I catch myself referring back to relics of the times where boys and girls had entirely different toys that were marketed to us in obscenely stereotypical ways.
Flash forward to getting pregnant.
I tell myself that I’ve matured, I’m a grown up now, I must not have the same fear. Right? Wrong!
Going into the doctor’s office to find out the results of some diagnostic tests that would also give us the sex of the baby, I found myself falling back into the same thought process I swore I wouldn’t. I kept telling myself that the important thing is having a healthy baby. I can adapt and overcome being told the baby is a girl. And yes, I’m aware how terribly that sounds as I read it now, months later.
The appointment went very well. All of the tests came back with the results we were hoping: a healthy baby! GIRL! Admittedly, I was a bit disappointed at first. I found myself simply overjoyed with the fact that we are going to have a healthy baby girl. In the end, health is most important.
What activities could we possibly do together?
In the few weeks that followed, I spent time wondering what kind of interests that I could have in common with my daughter as she grows up. “Surely, my interests are far too manly for a little girl,” a phrase not unlike something that went through my head.
An incredibly pleasant epiphany hit me square in the face on two separate occasions, and both on the same day! I decided to spend a Saturday doing two activities that I really enjoy; Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and indoor rock climbing. I’m not sure if it was due to the fact that I was more aware, but I started to notice that there were lots of girls between the ages of 3 and 13 practicing both sports. Even more reassuring was the number of incredibly proud dads watching their daughters dominate their male opponents on the mats and on the rock walls.
And there it was, right in front of me, my “Aha” moment. Girls can do all of the same things that boys can. Dads can share their interests with their daughters because the interest is not the important detail. The most important part is finding something that you both enjoy doing together.
So, bring it on world, I look forward to finding even more interests that we can share in the years to come. And yes, I’ll gladly sit down to a tea party or to braid her hair whenever she wants. Why? Because I’m her dad and I’ll do anything for her.
That’s the story of how my logo came to be.