I’m a mum of boys, and wouldn’t have it any other way. Even when random strangers imply that I’m apparently missing out on a great parenting experience by only having sons, and no daughter.
So far, my boys have taught me that farts are apparently, hilarious. Often so funny, that when one of them farts, the other laughs so hard, he almost falls off his chair.
Star Wars is not to be mocked. Referring to my seven year old as Padawan, and having imaginary light sabre fights is cool.
Worms are trendy. Our seven year old announced loudly in the school yard that we’re getting worms. Parents nearby visibly drew back from us. His friends thought it was awesome. Let me just clarify that my son was referring to getting a worm farm, not getting infected with intestinal parasites. No one wants to have to go through the drama of buying
bum chocolate Combantrin and washing every item of bedding and clothing.
Snot is fascinating. Although I’m pretty sure this isn’t limited to boys. The number of times I catch my boys with a finger up a nostril, or in some cases, fingers up both nostrils… I once watched my then three year old having a good old explore of his nostrils with a finger. I asked him what he was doing – his reply: “looking for stuff”. Ok, I’ll pay that.
Clean clothes each day are optional. A t-shirt that has crusted snot around the neck line (yes, ewww!), bolognaise stains on the front and dried mud is totally ok. Even if every other item of clothing has been washed and doesn’t smell…
Construction sites are awesome. Excavators, dump trucks and diggers are the highlight of a day. I even now drive out of my way to go past construction sites, instead of avoiding them and the traffic hassles they cause. Why? Because it is guaranteed to distract both the boys long enough and make them point out each heavy vehicle to me. They forget that 10 seconds ago I was trying to enforce the “hands to yourself” rule before someone got bitten / poked / slapped, or a shower of sultanas was thrown at me from the back seat by the toddler.
Penises are likely to fall off, if not checked on many times throughout the day. Sometimes it is necessary to sit with one hand in your pants to ensure it is still there. Ok, it won’t actually fall off, but the way boys behave at times, you would think it would.
Bedrooms will smell like sweaty socks and cheese, regardless of the child’s age, whether or not they have just played a game of soccer, or had a shower. I have no idea how this is possible. All I know is that my boys’ rooms have to be aired out every single day. I’m dreading how bad their rooms will smell when they’re teenagers and the over powering smell of body sprays marketed at teen boys is introduced into the equation. We’re likely to have to install extractor fans in their rooms…
My mother-in-law had four boys, including twins. Four boys under the age of three. That woman is amazing. With her parenting experience, even she doesn’t know why boys smell. Her parenting tip though: take off your glasses. That way, you can’t see the dust or mess and you’ll stress less about tidying up!
What have you learned since becoming a parent?
Are your kids crazy about construction sites too?
Linking up with Essentially Jess for #IBOT.