I have never been a girly girl. Sure, I wear (minimal) make-up and perfume (when I remember), like flowers and get my nails done every two weeks, but pink is not my favorite color, I don’t enjoy shopping all that much, my husband has way more shoes than I do and even though I own a couple pairs of stilettos, I can’t walk in them to save my life. I am most comfortable in jeans and sneakers and sometimes enjoy a cold beer over wine. To be honest, most of the time I still feel like I am struggling with my femininity like an awkward prepubescent teen, but I try.
Because I don’t think I do “girl” very well, when I found out that I was pregnant with a boy, I was overjoyed! I think men are very cool. I love how no nonsense they are about life. Girls are way too complicated, to put it mildly.
Friends and total strangers alike are always telling me how great raising boys is; “Boys are wonderful,” “Boys are so much better/easier/funner than girls,” “Boys love their mothers differently than girls.” A lot of this remains to be seen since you are only six months old, but I am very excited to be the mom of a boy and raising a little gentleman.
I’m looking forward to rough and tumble play, pockets full of marbles, bugs, rocks and dirt, cheering you on from the stands at baseball/football/soccer/basketball games, teaching you how to slow dance (I’ve been told I like to lead, so I should be pretty good at that), tie a tie and pull out a chair. I also can’t wait to have a beer with you, of course, I’ll probably have to share that outing with your dad.
For now, I am enjoying right where we are. Although, I must admit, now that my life is full of everything blue, brown or striped, has wheels and makes a lot of noise, a little pink might be nice.
The best is yet to be…bring on the farting, belching, boogers, and scratching.