Up until now, I’ve never really thought of my children as “boys.” They didn’t really do anything that “only boys do,” but now I’m starting to see inklings. Perhaps girls do these things too. I wouldn’t know.
Even though they don’t watch movies or play video games modeling these behaviors, they like to pretend to shoot or kill people and things. I have no idea where they get it. I see my four-year-old looking for my reaction. He already knows how I feel about it, so I don’t give it a reaction. It seems to be working. I haven’t seen them do it in a while.
They love to “play” with the baby. The baby is minding his own business, lying on the floor looking at a cup, and the big boys come in and scream, “He’s coming after us! Run!” and they run, screaming out of the room. This is repeated several times. Apparently, the baby looking in their direction constitutes an attack.
We went to the mall, and every time we passed Victoria’s Secret, they yelled… “Belly button!” I couldn’t decide if I should laugh or cover my face. Could be worse, I know. They yelled it every time we passed a mannequin with an exposed belly, which was more common than I would expect.
My four-year-old doesn’t like to take naps, but he is expected to sit quietly in his room while the rest of us do. He often comes out with elaborate drawings. The most recent one was of a zoo. With a tiger. Who was peeing. And pooping. Yeah. I doubt girls do that.
When I found out I was having a boy with my first pregnancy, I was afraid of this. I promised myself my boys would be different. They wouldn’t be rude, icky boys. They still might not be. In fact, I often get compliments on how sweet and well-behaved they are. They are extraordinary in so many ways, I should have full confidence they will be wonderful boys and men.