I was doing some research on the conflicts of raising daughters and sons (yes, Virginia, there is a difference!) and a search page happened to lead me to a blogger I’ve just recently heard of (thanks, BoB) but who I can certainly relate to.
Because, like me, DadCentric is only beginning to realize that…holy crap!…my daughter(s) growing up…and I am SO NOT READY!!!
Although he does have another four years, yet — and he is absolutely right in thinking it will come sooner than he thinks — his post made me think that perhaps Thing Two’s godfather was right:
“At least my four are all boys — with three of yours, girls — you’re pretty much, screwed!”
At first, I thought he was exaggerating because…well…I couldn’t imagine raising four boys.
Afterall, weren’t boys more…you know… destructive than girls?
[ducks to avoid flying things]
Raising a boy (as well as the three girls) I feel that I am very safe in answering, “OH, HELL NO!”
Every single one of my girls…the pre-teen, tween and right down to little miss pre-k…is a total head case!
The boy…eh…basically, the only time he throws a fit is when he can’t get the Ninjas to move on the Playstation II, quick enough, or when I drop him off at school…and he realizes…all of a sudden…that…he can’t live without me…but, that’s another topic of mommy-angst.
Don’t get me wrong — I love them…would shave my head and sit through hours of listening to their rants, raves and really bad music — I love having daughters, I truly do!
But, when it comes down to being their mommy, I thought I’d gotten the short end of the chromosone.
Afterall, I barely survived “the talk” with the two oldest, and the third will probably kill me way before she gets to double-digits!
The boy…eh…what’s his father gotta do…tell him when it’s okay to smack a guy (like when he asks for it or anytime during a football game) and then, what?
Remind him to, “Put a helmut on that soldier!”
But, it’s not as easy as all that — as DadCentric reminded me — and as I see it, when it comes to raising sons and/or daughters …boy or girl…it doesn’t matter.
IT’LL TAKE A MIRACLE…FOR ME TO SURVIVE!
They might as well draw straws to see who get’s to draw blood…first!
God bless us, everyone!
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12 responses to “It’ll take a miracle…or at least a daddy blogger with a post titled after a Rambo movie…go figure!”
OMG. I have 4 daughters. I KNOW what you mean. I thought I would never want boys b/c what would I do w/ them? Now I realize that girls are NOT easy peasy. Of course they can’t all be like me hahaha or maybe my mom’s eating it up b/c they all are?! hehehe *nervous laughter* hehehe. GOOD LUCK to us both!
OMG. I have 4 daughters. I KNOW what you mean. I thought I would never want boys b/c what would I do w/ them? Now I realize that girls are NOT easy peasy. Of course they can’t all be like me hahaha or maybe my mom’s eating it up b/c they all are?! hehehe *nervous laughter* hehehe. GOOD LUCK to us both!
3 girls. 1 boy. Oldest girl is 9. Youngest is the boy, 3. So you know I agree with you. I can see the hormones circling the area and marking their place to land.
At least I have you to take advice from. (That’s supposed to make both of us feel better. Did it work?)
3 girls. 1 boy. Oldest girl is 9. Youngest is the boy, 3. So you know I agree with you. I can see the hormones circling the area and marking their place to land.
At least I have you to take advice from. (That’s supposed to make both of us feel better. Did it work?)
It appears I am already poised to be ready to have the talk with my son. Who is Five. As in, 5. Five. Years. Old. And when I say I’m poised to be ready, please note that I did not say that I *was* ready. And I figure by the time I expect my daughter is ready for “the talk”, she’ll probably be updating me on what’s what.
It appears I am already poised to be ready to have the talk with my son. Who is Five. As in, 5. Five. Years. Old. And when I say I’m poised to be ready, please note that I did not say that I *was* ready. And I figure by the time I expect my daughter is ready for “the talk”, she’ll probably be updating me on what’s what.
Must be something in the air. I have three daughters and was thinking about what I’m in for just the other day myself.
Must be something in the air. I have three daughters and was thinking about what I’m in for just the other day myself.
ONE girl is making me crazy. I can’t imagine 3!
ONE girl is making me crazy. I can’t imagine 3!
I have two girls and i’m dreading what that means for me. Sure they’re small and cute now but what will they become????
I have two girls and i’m dreading what that means for me. Sure they’re small and cute now but what will they become????