On raising boys

I’ll be honest, I have NO clue what raising girls is like; I just know that when I was little, I played with dolls a lot, not barbies, I don’t think I ever owned a barbie, but if anyone remembers She-Ra, I was sort of obsessed with her, and her entourage, thus, my sister and I owned many of these “action figures”, her castle, and some other accessories… Anyway, we played with dolls a lot, and we played a lot of imagination games that did NOT involve fighting, running, screaming, or racing.

Now, if you know anything about me, you know that I really dislike stereotyping people, including little girls and boys, I just believe that individuality is so important, and each person is so complex that there is no possible way that stereotyping can ever make any sense, but, please allow me this once to say, my boys are such BOYS!! Holy crap!!

My 2 year old… he’s TWO... he is obsessed with motorbikes! Did I mention he is two? And we don’t know anyone who owns a motorbike! He just hears the sound and he gets all excited and is off looking for it! He pretends to be a transformer ALL.THE.TIME! In fact, I think that in his mind, he is a transformer! Complete with hands that can turn into weapons and everything!

As for my older 2 boys, these days they are always fighting… and “Hi-Ya-ing” non-stop – yes, it’s quite lovely!

And just to prove my point of the “stereotypical-ness” of my boys, a usual car conversation…

5 year old: Mommy, is that a Jaguar? They are really fast, I think I will get one when I am older, but… I don’t have to drive it fast all the time, sometimes I can drive it slow.

4 year old: I will get a race car!!!!

2 year old: Motorbike!! Vroom Vroom!

Ahh, good times!