There are some profound words of wisdom shared during bath time at our house. I guess when you are naked there isn’t much you can hide and eventually the truth comes out.
“Girls’ penises are scared,” Azul said in all seriousness.
“I think you might be right,” I replied with teary eyes and a failed attempt at not laughing.
Speaking as a former tomboy, I’m pretty sure I was always more suited to have a son. I liked playing rough and being outside, and getting dirty was a must for me. Maybe because I was so boyish, I never really believed the there was a difference between little girls and little boys, we were all just kids. Or maybe it was because I was never treated like a princess growing up, but now as a mom and being around both genders, in a different role, I totally see the differences.
Today I prefer to refer to myself as a Tomboy in Heels. Deep in my soul I still like getting dirty and playing rough, now I just do it in heels. And always with lipstick on, don’t forget the lipstick! Although I have definitely softened with the birth of my son (of course that was almost seven years ago now) I can keep up with him at all levels of his six year-old masculinity.
With that being said, I have no problem admitting my bias for boys and I do think there are some universals in boys that make them awesome!
Number 1 – They aren’t afraid to play with worms. Why don’t girls want to hold a soft, fleshy, wiggling, tube like … Oh, I think I get it now.
Number 2 – Forehead kisses. With their awkward little arms clumsily wrapped around your face, super sweet!
Number 4 – They give the Best compliments. That kind of little boy truthfulness compares to nothing.
Number 5 – Forts! Enough said.
Number 6 – Wrestling turns to hugs in an instant. This is the best workout and the most fun you’ll ever have, and throwing around a laughing ball of 50 or so pounds is definitely a workout.
Number 7 – You can play Star Wars anywhere! “These are not the droids you’re looking for.” See, anywhere!
Raising boys is the best, enjoy them now, because they’re tomorrow’s men.
Recently, Azul, my six year-old and I were having an intense candy conversation. Like most kids he loves candy and has tried a wide variety of the hyper-inducing nectar of the gods. So, he is well versed in types of candy, but had a question regarding powdered candy, he seemed to be confused as to what it was. In my attempt to help him I said, “It’s like the stuff you use with the dipstick.” I am not a huge candy fan and put little effort into remembering the details, either a name or a description, not both, that’s all the effort I’m putting into that topic.
Following my compelling description, he looked at me with raised eyebrows, rolled his eyes and replied, “Fun Dip?”
Look who’s the dipstick now. Uh, yeah, it’s me.