For as long as I can remember I have always wanted to be a mommy. When I was little, I had a lot of baby dolls. I played “mommy” all the time. Some girls were into Barbies, but I never was. I was all about the baby dolls. I had all kinds of dolls. The ones I remember most:
I had a Baby Alive that would eat, and then poop. She was fun for about a day.
I also had a Baby Come Back, and she was this blond little cutie that would actually walk, make a U turn, and come right back to you. I named her Chrissy and she was my absolute favoite. She had short blond hair and blue eyes.
I also had Connie, who was a doll with long, darn brown hair and brown eyes…who had a permanent crown on her head with a pump-like thing that made her leg kick out. She was a ballerina doll and for the life of me I can’t remember her proper title. Oh well.
Those two were my very favorite, Chrissy and Connie, and I had them for years. (Chrissy I named after Chrissy Snow from Three’s Company.)
Anyway, I never had a boy doll (did they even make boy baby dolls back then? If so, I sure don’t remember any.) And I grew up with just one sister. And my mom grew up with just one sister. And well, there were no boys or men in my immediate family, since my parents divorced and my dad was never around, and I hardly knew my grandfathers. So…GIRLS were all I knew. And so I assumed that when I had kids, they would be girls.
Well….these are certainly not girls. These are my BOYS! And I must say, I am still a bit surprised that I have four sons. I just never imagined it. But I LOVE it so much! I just love being the mama of boys! And since I also have five girls, I can do a bit of comparing. My boys are so different from my girls.
1) My boys are super sweet on their mom. Yep, I am their sun. They love their father, sure…but it’s me they run to when they are hurt. It’s me they search out in a crowd when they are looking for a comforting face. It’s me who they come to hug and kiss good-night. It’s me who they tell their troubles or worries to. I am their nurturer, and they just need me in a way that melts my heart.
2) My boys are very loud, rowdy, destructive and competitive. No matter how hard I try to calm them down, they will sit still for only a second and then start up again with the rough-housing. They RUN top-speed down the stairs and give me a heart attack at the sound of that. I always think someone is falling! They jump on their beds when they think I am not looking. They race their bikes with each other even though we are just going on a leisurly family bike ride. It’s always a race with them. A race to the bathroom, a race to their bedroom, a race to finish their drink first, etc. They take things apart just to see how they work, or simply just to see if they can take it apart. They grab anything and pretend it’s a sword. They are always thumping each other on the head, on the butt — anywhere they can get to — just to get someone to chase them (again with the running!) And my girls do none of these things.
3) My boys will get mad at each other, have a few words or slug it out, and then play with each other the next minute as if nothing happened. My girls would NEVER do that! If my girls argue, there’s usually tears, and then they won’t speak for a day or two. Drama with the girls…but never with the boys.
4) My boys have a lot of friends that they play with. None of these friends have the title of BEST FRIEND. There are no BFF’s or letters to each other, or photos of them with their friends in frames on their dressers. There is no drama with their friends. They all play together in a group, and if someone is not playing nice or something, there isn’t a big deal about it. They all just keep playing, and then they will all play again the next day. Even with the one kid that is a pain. He is simply part of the group, like a crazy cousin or uncle in a family. Just accepted, warts and all. They might mutter, “Oh…here comes Brian….” and roll their eyes, because everyone knows that Brian is hard to get along with, or cries easily, or bugs them or teases them, or whatever…but they accept him and hang out with him, and he just is who he is and he’s still part of the gang. I like that about boys. It’s so not that way with girls!
5) In my opinion, boys are a lot harder when they are younger. Because they are super active and destructive and always on the go, go, go! (at least, my boys are) Then they are easy when they are older, because they don’t whine, don’t pout, they get over things easily, they can be corrected and then be happy again the next minute, and they generally don’t give you a lot of drama. I think girls are the opposite of that. My girls are super easy as babies and younger girls. They play quietly, they don’t destroy things or take things apart. But then as they get around 11, 12 and into their teen years they are much harder. They are moody, they pout, they can be crabby for no apparent reason, they will hold a grudge for days, and there can be a lot of drama with their sisters and friends.