Today I read this article: 10 Things Moms of Boys Must Do.
If you haven’t read it yet, do give it a read.
As a mom of three boys I could certainly relate to all of these (I’ve said the toilet battle thing many times), but one of her points stood out to me more than the others:
“5. You must not be surprised at drama.”
I thought to myself “gosh, I should really write something about this…”
As luck would have it, I have the perfect opportunity this evening.
You see, my son is not speaking to me. Ever again.
Being a very responsible kid, he amended that to “Except in cases of emergency”.
So far he has stuck to that rule and all he’s said to me is “where is my DSI charger?”, “The baby bumped his head” and something that he admitted wasn’t an emergency but was very funny.
All the time people tell me “Boys are so much less dramatic!”
I wish they had been there when my preschooler told me he was going to “smash and destroyed [sic] the car” because he didn’t want me to take him to preschool.
Or the meltdown I get when he gets a drop of water on his shirt.
Or the reaction I get when I tell my oldest to get off the computer/ipad/tv pretty much anytime, ever.
Boys aren’t dramatic. Kids are dramatic.
With this, I often hear something along the lines of “You’re a saint. Boys can be so wild!”
But really, I don’t think my boys are any more wild than I was as I was a kid.
I wish they had been there when I came home covered in mud from head to toe from a “mud ball fight” in the middle of summer (what? there was no snow).
Or how I ruined my Keds because I caught small guppies with a fish net and needed to put them somewhere (Keds hold water and fish quite well).
Or how we nearly tipped our bunk beds over by playing tug of war between the wall and the bed.
And there is one particular knock down drag out fight that my brother will never let me live down.
Boys aren’t wild. Kids are wild. At least, they all have the capability to be wild.
It’s not a boy/girl thing, it’s a kid thing.
I could go on and on but you’ll have to excuse me, there’s an emergency: my son needs to know how to spell Pikachu.
