About Rebecca Eckler
Since becoming pregnant with her daughter Rowan, Canadian journalist and author Rebecca Eckler has penned three hilarious books, including the best-selling Knocked Up. Catch Rebecca’s weekly unique perspective on motherhood and single parenthood.
I kind of feel bad for my boyfriend. He has two daughters. I have one. And I’m, obviously, a female too. And, because I’m female, and so are our daughters, we (us gals!) share many traits.
We like attention from him. We can be moody. We like to see chick flicks. We enjoy playing dolls. It takes us a while to get our hair to look good. We are always loosing hair elastics. We are always asking each other if our outfits look good. At his house, when we stay there, there’s so much clothing lying around, that we could be in a women’s department of a clothing store.
I feel bad for him, because he is always waiting for us to get ready, find our purses, decide on the right shoes and jackets, and also, we outnumber him. So if the girls want to see a chick flick, we usually (meaning, always) win. We’ve dragged him to get manicures and pedicures. He throws out so many compliments it’s almost ridiculous. He tells his daughters (and mine) that they look cute in their outfits. He tells me that too. (He knows what females like to hear!)
When I’m crying about something, he comforts me. When his daughters cry over something he comforts them. Even when my daughter was crying once, he talked her down. I mean, the guy is a guy’s guy (I was recently warned that football season is coming up and that he’ll be busy for a couple hours every Sunday.).
He loves sports. He owns a Lazy-Boy chair. He wears big, manly watches, and eats way more than us three gals put together. Sometimes, when we’re all rushing around, borrowing each other’s hair brushes or frantically finding hair elastics, I just see him look like he’s landed on another planet. And I feel for him. But then I think, hey, he’s like the KING OF THE CASTLE HERE. He should be basking in the glory of having four gals wanting and loving his attention. I know women who are perfectly happy having three boys, because they feel that they are the Queen of the Castle.
Some women, even after having three boys, give up on trying for another child, not just because they don’t want any more children, but because they are perfectly happy being the only woman in the household. Sometimes I do wonder if my boyfriend would like a little boy in the house, to throw around like a baseball. But, as I constantly remind him, he’s so lucky to have so many females wanting hugs from him constantly.
I also joke that in a few years there are going to be CARTONS of tampons in his house, and a lot of bras that will need special washing instructions. He groans.
I would love to hear from women who have only boys how they feel about being the only women in the house. Likewise, how do you fathers feel about being surrounded by only females? Do you like it? Share!