Posted: Apr 24, 2012 1:04 AM
I never thought I would find myself in the land of toy trucks and Hot Wheels, never mind know what to do once I got there. After having my daughter, I just assumed I was meant to raise girls. My doctor even had to do a second take when she saw the look of shock on my face as she proclaimed, "It’s a boy!” in the delivery room. But here I am, more than one year later and I am absolutely boy crazy.

Silence isn’t golden

My son likes volume. He wants to be heard, morning, noon and night. Since he doesn’t really speak beyond half a dozen words, a lot of it is just walking around the house yelling. He thinks he is communicating, he yells with passion and purpose but it’s just yelling. And it has become part of the soundtrack to our lives that we never knew was missing.

Surprisingly sweet

I was shocked to find that my boy was much more interested in cuddles and hugs than my daughter ever was. He loves to crawl right into my lap, lay his head on my shoulder and just sit. Don’t get me wrong, it’s only for a minute or two before he’s off and running again, but he is more physically affectionate than I could have dreamed. And it’s dreamy.

Fashion forward

This one may come as a shock to you but I actually prefer shopping for a little boy. I am not a pink and party dress kind of mama and by nature, neither is my daughter, so we snub our noses at typical little girls’ fashions. Mini men’s clothes, however, I adore. Little polo shirts with the collar popped, tiny sneakers, cargo pants, sweater vests... sigh.

Bouncing back

Yes, my son stumbles and trips and leaps and falls 4000 times per day. But when he does, he bounces back. He takes one look at his bruise, bump or band-aid and moves right along. We don’t dwell, we rarely get emotional for more than 30 seconds, and we get right back up and try again. Important life lessons for kids of any age, wouldn’t you say?

Boy meets girl

I think what I love most about having a little boy is the relationship he has with my little girl. They share similarities, yes, but also a lot of differences that make them open-minded and accepting. He may play with her teapot, but certainly not in the same manner (she sips, he throws). She may like earrings and bracelets while he just sits there, staring in wide-eyed confusion. But somehow, some way, they always come back together again to find a common ground as siblings. And this way, they will never have to fight over clothes!

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