I never wanted boys. At least, not for my firstborn. Boys TERRIFIED me. I grew up in a house of two girls. How do you potty train a boy? How do you play with one? I was a tomboy, but is that enough to know how to play with a boy? Boys are crazy! Boys are wild! Boys are messy, dirty, smelly, and chaotic…and wonderful.
I have two boys (well, three if you count the one I married). They are the lights of my life, and I can’t imagine what I would have done with girls. Now, GIRLS terrify me. I was a teenage girl, and I know what they’re like. Catty, moody, unpredictable, and naughty. They will DATE my boys, unless I keep my boys locked in the house until they’re 54. However, that’s a little Mommy Dearest for me, so I guess I’ll have to let them out there. At least I’m here to guide them, or warn them, I’m not sure which.
I am so glad God knows what He’s doing and gave me boys, I don’t think I would have survived girls. Don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy my friends’ girls. Doing hair, make-up, going shopping, out to eat, sending them home. I mean, I really am the only girl here, unless you count the rabbit. She’s a girl. But the dogs are even boys (well, they were once, but we got that taken care of). Sometimes, the testosterone levels are stifling. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m a one-of-a-kind at my house. The buck stops with me, I manage all the schedules, and I am the chauffeur, chef, and gatekeeper. I am MOM.