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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