I see it all the time: lists, articles, and blog posts explaining to me how to be a mom to a boy. As though boys are a different species and my time parenting Adeline will have done nothing to prepare me to parent a boy.
Now look, Archer is only nine months old, so I may come to eat my words. But so far, parenting him has been – in the grand scheme of things – exactly no different from parenting Adeline at this age. I mean, sure, he sleeps better, he’s way more chill, he hardly ever cries, and he’s hitting his gross motor milestones later than she did, but then, that’s exactly the stereotype of boys. Oh. Wait. I remember when Addie was a baby, my friends with boy babies were always talking about how they were such boys because they loved balls and knocking things down. Um, so did Addie. Those are pretty typical baby interests.
The latest is this blog post about being a mom of boys. The lady has four boys, so I’m sure she knows her stuff and gets boy behavior magnified in a way I never will. But reading through her post, all I could think was, “This is exactly like parenting Adeline.” For example:
#1: You must love bath time. Um, last night Addie had to have a bath before bed because her hair was sticky all over from some unknown substance, her hands and feet were filthy with dirt from playing outside, and she had a strange combination of sticky food and dust coagulated on her face. Girls get dirty and need baths too.
#2: You must think farts are funny. Last week I knelt down to help Addie pull off her pants and she farted right in my face. And laughed about it for at least ten minutes. I rest my case. Continue reading