Growing up, if you had asked me how I envisioned myself as a parent, it would always be as a mum to girls. I grew up with my little sister and I loved my Barbie dolls, soft toys, colouring books and later, fashion magazines and boy bands.
I considered myself a 'girl's girl' with a tight-knit bunch of female friends who I met at school and who I am still very much connected to today. I had a couple of good male 'friends', but on the whole I remember thinking that traditional boys' toys were drab and their choice of TV was similarly unenjoyable.
As I got older, I learned there is so much more to gender than my normative stereotypical viewpoint. When I was pregnant with my first baby, however; I cannot lie - I was a teeny bit hopeful for a girl.
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When I found out my first baby was a boy, I felt a weird sense of shock. What would we play? How would I parent a son? Would the toys he wanted still be drab? Of course I fell head over heels in love and none of these things really mattered.
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