Yes, and no – as mitochondria is always passed down from the mother, any son of hers will carry her mitochondria equally as well as any daughter, but the buck will stop there with a son as all his children will bear the mitochondria from his female partner.
I was more surprised than disappointed that my first born was a daughter, as I am my father’s only child (a son), my father only had brothers (two of them), and both of his brothers only had sons (one and two, respectively). Since sonniness seemed to dominate in my part of the family, I sort of assumed I’d have a son or two.
I was indeed initially disappointed to find that my second child was also a girl, as I really wanted “one of each”. My dad even more so, because I am his only child and he wanted to see the family name carry on (as if there were not enough Changs in the world already). And from a linguistic point of view, there are familial terms you only get to use with male-line descendants and ancestors in Chinese that I wanted to be able to exercise 
When my wife got pregnant for the third (and final) time, I was very used to having daughters and wasn’t really sure how I’d parent a son differently. I just couldn’t picture it any more. My Dad, on the other hand, talked up a storm about how this one HAD to be a boy. Every time we saw him (twice a week) he’d pester us if we’d had any kind of test result yet. Finally I told him he’d have to wait until the ultrasound date like the rest of us, and he quieted down for the most part.
The day we had the ultrasound the doctor told us it was a boy, and my wife said as we left his office, “Well, I guess you’d better call your Dad and tell him.”
“Hell no,” I replied. “After three months of non-stop badgering, he can badger me one more time. When he asks me, I’ll tell him.”
“You do realize that when you DON’T call him, he’ll assume the doctor said it’ll be a girl?”
“shrug That’s his problem, isn’t it? Just like it’s been his problem all along!”
My Dad eventually forgave me… Six months later… 