![]() ![]() He once said that since I was the third girl, “he was going to make a boy out of me somehow.” He was joking, of course-he loves having three girls and wouldn’t trade us for anything-but I think he had certain hopes as a father. What’s so funny is that even though my dad doted on his girls, he had a real vision of how he would have raised his son, if he’d had one. I can only guess that’s because my dad had chosen the “boy name” Alexander, and my mom decided to allow him just the smallest bit of influence. ![]() My mom settled on the name Alexandra for me. If they had a boy, my dad would choose the name, and if they had a girl, my mom would have the honor. With each child my parents had had an agreement. But I had my own set of plans, and when I was born on July 2, 1989, there I was: a little baby girl. Not that having a third girl is a bad thing they just wanted something different. After having two girls, my parents wanted a boy. I was doing things my own way even before I was born. ![]()
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