You know how it isn’t uncommon to see a family with a few biological children who are boys and then they adopt a girl? I have noticed and I think it is quite interesting. I love being a mama to boys and I thought, what’s the big deal about little girls? Besides, you rarely see families who have a bunch of girls and then adopt a boy.
Well, let me just tell you that I now get it.
Dear friends, I have some breaking news for you.
Boys are WILD.
Out of control.
I am beginning to see a glimpse into my future with these two, and y’all….I don’t know if I’m up for the task.
I’ve told you that the boys do not know what guns are. But as Isaac gets older, even though he doesn’t understand guns, there is something written in his male genetic code that is really wanting to be aggressive. He wants to chase me around the yard with a broom. He knows the word “shoot”, as in, “I’m gonna shoot you!” (thanks preschool friends with older brothers), but he has no idea what it means. He makes makeshift sticks (swords) out of his Duplos.
My aunt bought the boys some new toys. Boy toys. There is a Spiderman with a shooting claw, and some other no-name superheroes with various non-threatening “weaponry”. Isaac immediately went berserk when he saw them. It was like he inherently knew they were meant to “get” (fight) each other. My sweet cuddly toy-playing 4 year old promptly transformed into a boxing promoter. He began pitting Batman against Thomas the train, an old Buzz Lightyear glowing wand type thing became the Green Goblin (yes, I looked up the Spiderman villains on Wikipedia) and was forced to fight Spiderman.
Snips and snails and puppy dog tails?
Yeah right, try swords and superheroes fighting to the death and wielding a rake as a weapon. That’s what little boys are made of.
Don’t forget peeing on the walls.
This wouldn’t be quite as annoying if Matthew would play with him, but Matthew is still very much in a “parallel play” developmental stage. The only thing he plays “with” Isaac is chase, and that is rare. So since Isaac is very much in a “play with somebody” developmental stage, I am his playmate by-proxy.
Y’all, I am honestly only good for about 7-8 minutes of bash ’em up superhero play. It is stupid. I am a girl. I’m not feeling it.
I can only run through the yard being chased by a broom for about 5 minutes. I get winded. I want to sit down and drink coffee.
This is my future, people, and it is bleak….and exhausting.
I now understand how some mamas with a house full of boys sit back and dream of a little girl to play house with. Dolls (I loved dolls!!!), tea parties, painting toenails. I get it.
It doesn’t mean I want a third child. It just means I might need a lot of spa days…..and girls night outs (girls nights out??). And a Kevlar vest.