Monday, April 2, 2007

Little Boys

I don't know what it's like to have a little girl. I imagine that girls play all nicely and that they like to have tea parties and hold their dollys tight and kiss and hug them. I bet dressing them in little girl clothes is so much fun. It's some of the reasons why I wanted a daughter initially.

I have a son.
I love him to death. I can't imagine not having him in my life. He is the apple of my eye and the soul of my existence now. After my husband and I found out we were having a son we never wondered again what a little girl would be like. It's funny, we thought we were having a daughter for some reason and when the ultrasound revealed his little man parts we were mixed with emotion. And shortly after that we only ever dreamed of meeting our baby boy! Now I look at him and I watch him and I feel how much he needs me and I never think of pink.

Little boys are rough and play hard. They explore and love to play in their food. They have toys like noisy simulated cars and bang on drums while squealing with excitement. Little boys like to get dirty and don't like to get clean very much. They have cute clothes to wear that make them look like little men sometimes! Little boys can have all the doggy stuffed animals and blue paraphernalia that manufacturers make and they can have green and yellow and white and red and it's OK, too.

All of my girlfriends have sons. It makes me happy because my little boy will have play mates that he can pal around with and share some same interests. And then I start to think about the someday. Someday when he gets older and doesn't want his Mommy and someday when he brings his first girlfriend home, or when he wants to get married, or when he has his own children. I know how close I am with my Mom because I am her daughter and how my child sees her so much because I go home to my Mom, my parent. And I wonder if boys are like that with their Moms when they grow up... and that's when I wonder about having a daughter- years down the road when they are all grown up. Weird, huh?

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