I’ve done the girl mom thing for 10 years. The pink, frilly outfits, the hair bows, the sugar and spice and everything nice. After parenting three sweet and sassy little girls, I feel like an expert. They’ve grown from teeny 6-pounders to school-aged kiddos with big opinions and even bigger wardrobes. Through daughter osmosis, I know all the My Little Ponies by name, I can style braided pigtails in 10 seconds flat and I’m a Disney princess authority (try me!). That’s not to say my girls aren’t rough and tumble and never break things. And I’ve certainly attended to my fair share of split lips and cut up knees!
Still, when I found out I was expecting a boy, I was terrified. It’s not that I didn’t want a son, especially since everyone swears it’s totally awesome. It’s just that I felt intimidated due to my lack of experience in the boy-mom department. I worried I might not be able to feel as close to a boy as I do to my girls, never mind completely convinced my newborn son would sense right away how clueless I was and reject me straightaway. My misgivings about having a son ranged from serious to silly, and from immediate to long term. Would I be able to bond with a boy? Would I be able to effectively discipline someone who would eventually tower over me? What if his feet were as stinky as his father’s? I felt completely ill-equipped to immerse myself in boy world. Like when I was hugely pregnant and walking through the “boy” toy aisles at Target with a pit in my stomach, unable to tell the difference between Spiderman and Wolverine. After years of buying sweet little gingham dresses and matching sun hats, I just couldn’t get excited about fire truck pajamas, no matter how tiny they were.
All the trepidation I felt for nine months melted away, however, when I met my big, healthy baby boy. One look at that chubby face and those pursed lips, and my heart melted faster than Elsa’s ice when she discovered true love. Although my level of adoration was no different for my son versus my daughters, five months later, there have been many surprises about “boy momming.” Of course, this is only my experience, and by no means do I think all girls and boys are the same! But if you’re used to having just girls or boys, I think you’ll relate to some of the things I’ve noticed.