I have learned a lot this week…about girls. You would think that I would know a wee bit about the subject since I used to be one and all….Amy has 3 girls and I have 3 boys and somehow we get along really well.
Girls Squeal! Often and loudly, like a pixie and a banshee singing.
Boys Roar! At least once a day, like an emergency release valve of overflowing testosterone.
Girls toys are silly. They all have long hair, mermaid tails, high heels and wardrobe changes.
Boys play with rocks, bits of shoe strings, old nails and screws and Lego’s.
When you put them in a room together they create games like Wedding, the girls get dressed up and decorate, the boys pretend they have laser shooting eyes and watch for bad guys trying to crash the wedding. Funny to hear the boys hum “Dum Dum De Dum” while tying bubble wrap ropes.
Girls take a long time to get over things, real or imagined. Every boo-boo must be kissed, every insult rectified.
Boys shake it off unless there is a bone sticking out or they think someone is mocking them or if they are getting their nails clipped….
Girls clothes are fancy! Covered with ruffles, lace, sequins and Christmas lights.
Boys clothes are gray and should be disposable
Some things are the same no mater the gender. Boys and Girls love to giggle and see their Mom’s act silly and get tucked in and read to at night. Kids like fireworks and slips and slides and petting zoo’s and jungle gyms.
Girls are magical and soft, full of day dreams and plans.
Boys are energetic and tough, full of hubris and adventure.
I am not trying to turn back the clock or take away the woman’s vote or anything with this post. I just think that in a world that constantly makes us all the same, it is good to enjoy the difference.
I love my boys and really can’t imagine my life any other way…Girls–like going to the big city for me, it is a fantastic place to visit, but I could never live there!