“Do you think u’ll try for a girl?” is a question I get asked A LOT!
So firstly, I have to ask, how does one “try” for a girl? Is there a secret naked jiggy dance you do to invoke the goddess of girl babies? Secondly, you are assuming I’m not happy with my lil boy gang, which makes me slightly sad because I am totally at one with being a Boy Mum. In fact I’m proud of it.
Us boy mums have our very own unique club. We are like those runners that pass each other on their morning jogs and nod in acknowledgment of each others achievement.
Except when boy mums pass each other we are chasing energetic young men who are usually glued to a Scooter round a park. We are armed with snacks, a spare change of clothes and barely have time for our eye roll alliance as we fly on by.
Boys will wear you down to the ground with their endless lively spirit and thirst for knowledge in the form of constant questioning. They are literally an unstoppable force!
I can often be found in the local park before 10am taking my boys for their first run of the day! (I want to say before 9am but it takes me an hour to get out the door.)
To be fair they don’t even need a Park just a field, a puddle and a few sticks will do for a morning of light entertainment. Boys really do need the chance to run off steam. Plus taking them out somewhere open is also a great opportunity for me to have a very small rest. I just perch myself on a rock and watch as clothes that were clean on this morning become caked in sh*t. Sometimes literally!
You can bet at some point during the trip to see the puddle at the top of the road that one or both boys will announce they are hungry. Boys are HUGE snackers! At this point I can usually smile smugly as I produce a bag of crushed crackers, a floppy looking plastic wrapped croissant or some of the old favourite “ dry cereal bits in a pot” from the bottom of my bag. This is usually the extent of my organisation skills and believe me a well placed pot of dry cereal can do wonders for a hungry boy.
Back in the car I will try come up with a clever way we can all avoid going home. Maybe Great Aunty Elaine is in or my Mum has the day off? Believe me you will not want to spend too much time in the house with boys! They destroy it! Completely destroy it!
Sofas are mountains for them that need to be climbed and cushions get tossed on the floor as they hop from each one avoiding crocodiles jaws. Do girls do this? Cos I have friends that have girls and whenever I visit them their girls are sat lovely playing with actual toys. They are not trying to selatape their baby brother to a wall or using the tie from my dressing gown to pull baby brother along speedboat style in my washing basket.
But it isn’t all rough and tumble, my boys are very loving and kind natured and when they do stop wrestling its to cuddle me or snuggle into me and watch their favourite cartoon whilst demolishing snacks, which conveniently happens to be one of my favourite things to do!
I love being the Queen of the house. I do not have to share my crown (or my make up) with anyone! I am their first love and I know they will look after their Queen.
I wouldn’t change my boys for anything or anyone. I have two happy and healthy babies, who cares whats between their legs!
So if ever you find yourself about to ask “are you going to try for a gir?l” Just remember you literally just asked a stranger if they were going to have sex again soon. Its abit weird, please don’t!
Cheers to being a Boy Mum! Xxx