Moms of Boys Have More Fun & Fewer Washcloths

Recently my friend and I had a conversation about the differences between raising boys and raising girls. My friend’s life is full of American Girl dolls, pastels, gymnastics and sweet smells. My friend has a daughter.

As the mother of three boys, my life has always been about sourcing funky smells, ER trips, comic book heroes, dead or dirty things, who can make the best body noises …and missing washcloths.

When my oldest son was little, I was young and idealistic. My goal was to never let my child play with violent toys and not buy into society’s stereo-typical, gender-specific, toy guidelines. Uh-huh. So, for Christmas one year I bought my pre-schooler a Cabbage Patch boy doll and a Little Tykes kitchen. His dad was horrified but his horror was short-lived. By the end of the day my son had stripped the Cabbage Patch doll and ripped a hole in it’s torso; climbed the Little Tykes kitchen and stood on top of it “shooting” with my shoe and peed in my house plant. His dad beamed all day with pride.

Boys will always be boys… And so, apparently, will the mothers of boys be. My boys are almost grown but I still stare at roadkill, count the legs on a spider and have the urge to ‘pop’ condiment packets. I also have a hard time passing up the Sticky Hands at Walmart. The other day I found myself purposely making my burp really loud, in public. And this morning when my oatmeal overflowed in the microwave and I had to clean it up with toilet paper, the only thing I could think of was how the goopy-toilet-paper-oatmeal-slop would make a great spit ball.

Yes. I’m definitely a boy-mom. It’s actually a good thing that I didn’t have a daughter. I probably couldn’t have run over my daughter’s friend’s foot with my car or lost my daughter’s classmates at the New Orleans Zoo; at least not without tears and major drama.

Raising three sons has definitely taught my girly-girl self a few things about how to let go and have fun. And I wouldn’t trade those lessons for anything.

Actually, on second thought, I would trade the washcloth part.


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