It's not such a bad thing. There are days when I hope for a girl, a sweet and tender daughter who will sit in my lap and mushy and wear tutus (even though I was never this kind of girl myself). But I have boys. Rough and tough, tumble bumble boys. Boys who hit and push; boys who yell and make messes. Boys who love to play in the dirt and are obsessed with all things guitars and helicopters. Of course, this is the kind of little girl. I was rough and tumble; I loved dirt. Maybe I wasn't into helicopters and guitars, but this affection for our boys comes directly from their dad.
But you know what? I would never, ever in a bajillion years, would I ever trade it. I adore these boys. When they're hitting and pushing, it's rough housing and I have learned that this is how boys bond. I've decided that nothing is a mess if it can be cleaned up. And they are both snugglers and they like to read books and smush and we are lucky beyond belief.
2 comments:
I need to try and remember that...nothing is a mess if it can be cleaned up!
I think boys are more cuddly than girls. They play hard, but when they are ready they will cuddle right up.
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