I’m about to get very real with you, so I ask in advance that you don’t pass judgement….;)
I was 7 years old when my brother was born. Meaning, I have a very vivid memory of his childhood. Which basically consisted of more bumps, bruises, sets of stitches, and fractured bones than I care to think about. He was the most precious little boy EVER, but so. freakin’. wild.
I remember shopping in Macy’s one time with my mother and brother (I think he was around 3 or 4), and I was watching him while my mom was browsing the latest clothing selections. This was when they had those large circular clothing racks throughout the store, remember those? Anyways, we were playing a “game” where he hid inside the clothing rack and jumped out to “scare” me (probably not the best game now that I think about it). Well, at one point, he jumped out screaming….but not in front of me. In front of an 80+ year old woman who then nearly had a heart attack in the store.
This is what I think of when I think of raising a boy.
I am the opitome of a girly girl. You know this. This isn’t news. I don’t like camping, I freak out touching worms and the fish while fishing. I don’t like being dirty. I hate spiders. I like manis/pedis, shopping, playing with my hair, makeup, having girl time, bonding over girly things. Little girls? No problem. PIECE OF CAKE. I am Auntie Lo Lo to one of my dearest friend’s little girls, and I’m pretty sure she knows me at the auntie who will always have on fun jewelry and pretty things because it becomes the topic of our conversations whenever I see her. “Auntie Lo Lo, I like your sparkly earrings.” or “Auntie Lo Lo, I like your pretty hair.” And for Christmas I bought her the sparkliest tulle dress that she freaked out about and immediately begged her mom to “try on” and then continued to spin around the house like a princess. See? I can do girls. I’m good with girls.
But boys? Can this full out girly-girl handle a rough and rowdy boy? Luckily I have a man’s man for a husband, so I know I will be fine with his help 😉 But I can’t help but be a little nervous. Pat and I had an agreement prior to me getting pregnant when we were discussing raising our children. We decided that even if our first was a girl, we wanted her to enjoy camping, fishing, sports, not be terrified of spiders like her mom, etc. etc. because I didn’t as a child. Now, there’s nothing wrong with the fact that I didn’t do those things. But I want my children to be able to form their own opinions and not be affected by my likes and dislikes. And not freak out at the thought of putting a worm on a hook (EWWW).
So now that our BOY is almost here, I feel like I need to gear myself up with some boyish things. You know, prepare myself a little. Like learn to not be so afraid of dirt and mud. Or maybe kill a spider on my own. Because I know, without a doubt, my boy will be a rowdy little man. I mean, if he’s anything like his father….oh boy! (no pun intended)
So I ask you, my readers who are moms of boys….what’s your best advice for raising one? Give me your tips in a comment!
One thing I know is….I CANNOT WAIT TO MEET HIM! 🙂