When my mother was pregnant, she desperately wanted a girl. What a happy moment when she learned that she would actually have one. On her second pregnancy, she didn't mind the sex cause she already had the girl she wanted (and so my brother was born). While I was growing up, my mother was realizing that things with me were not as girly as she expected. I remember her calling me a truck driver all the time.
It was not easy for her to accept that her little girl had a dirty mouth and wanted no hair clips on her head. Finally, she accepted it and although we have many conflicts, she's my favourite. She's the one who has practically helped me the most on the most difficult parts of my life. I thank her so much for this and for her name celebration, I made her the girliest cupcakes and cakepops (vegan of course).