I’m so excited to have another little boy. Little boys are so much fun, so easy in all the ways girls are not. A friend of mine told me, “The problem with girls is that they grow into women. Know how high-maintence and petty and dramatic women can be? So are little girls.”
What she didn’t say is that while girls may be more likely to launch themselves into a twenty-minute tirade about the character on their underwear (Ellie), or refuse to enter her bathroom because she once saw a spider in there (Catie), they don’t come home from school EVERY TIME with a new scrape or bruise. They don’t habitually choke up their grapes or carrots because they’ve they’ve put a few handfuls in their mouths. They don’t have Patient History records at Texas Children’s ER. They don’t fall in the pool in February. They don’t break their noses at church.
In two years, Sam has accomplished all of this–and more.
The Y chromosome that allows men to do things like tackle each other to retrieve an oblong ball, or watch Iron Man several times, also gives them no fear when it comes to swimming pools and tall climbing obstacles. And church.
And to think that Sam is really a pretty observant, quiet kid. Lord help us if his brother is a daredevil.
At least he’ll have two sisters who are very cautious, who are happy to provide dramatic commentary and sympathy for all the places that Y chromosome may take him.
