Growing up in an all girl household and with lots of girl cousins I totally bought into the old-fashioned poem.
I always thought I would be the mama of girls but having now 2 boys I am very changed in my opinion of boys.
Tonight some special friends had a little boy and I am SO thrilled for them.
Boys are great.
Yes they make a lot of noise.
Yes last week we went through a whole box of plasters in 2 days on a stubbed toe that kept getting re-stubbed.
Yes they are always covered in bruises,
and they are falling off, into, over or onto something constantly.
But they are interested in how things work – like light sockets!
They notice that trucks make a beeping sound when they back.
They go through the underwear department pushing the padded bras and announcing ‘bosom’ in a loud voice.
They experiment and they can handle a bit of rough and tumble (or a lot!).
Boys are very loving too. They like kisses and hugs and raspberries.
Boys also come out with classic lines like ‘You’ll be okay mum’ when you are going off about the marks on the carpet.
They sit with you in the hallway and pray for a friend in labour.
They care about the little boy at kindy with cerebral palsy and want to be his friend.
My boys laugh until they get hiccups nearly every day.
The thing I am learning very clearly from my boys is that they take life head on and experience things without reservation. They invest 110% energy, volume and passion into life.
I hope that doesn’t change for them too much in the years that follow them. Lots of these things about my little boys are very apparent in my big boy too.
Maybe girls are all these things too and I’m the first to admit their clothes are more fun BUT:
Boys are good for me,
Boys are good for the world
and tonight I want to honor those boys in our lives who have so much to offer us and the world.
Go the boys!
Photos were taken in Scorching Bay, Wgtn with Grandad and The Atlas when we were up there to say good-bye to Grandma.