You guys, can I admit something here between the six of us? I am so over all the links on Pinterest about raising good sons and boys dating expectations, blah, blah, blah.
Then one night, he woke up at 9:30 crying like he was on fire. I knew he was not (thank you video monitor) and I knew what he wanted. So I caved. I brought him his hot milk and some Advil in case this was all wicked teething and rocked my baby to sleep.
And in that moment I realized I don’t want to share him. Or his brother. I don’t want to raise them to be polite and kind and thoughtful. I don’t want them to be good huggers or open the door for people. They are just going to marry girls and leave me.
Now, I can look back on this time and realize I was just a tad bit emotional and overwrought…I was fully livid with all these lists of what boys should do and what good husbands do and what mother’s should teach their sons. I was over it. All I could think is that we have just a few years with boys before they turn smelly and hairy and I refuse to think about their future brides, Katilyn and Harper. Refuse.
But, of course, that has not actually happened. While I still will not read the lists, I am, obviously, teaching my boys to be respectful, polite children (it is not really working, but we are trying).
Just to clarify though, that is only so I want to hang out with them. Girls, you are on your own.