So you’re a mum of boys.
You must have your hands full then? A dirty, noisy house? A little one who likes to say poo a lot and giggle uncontrollably after he’s said it. Being a mum of boys, I now feel equipped to let you all in on a little secret, the top 10 signs that you are in fact a mum of boys….
1. You have a son
You have a son, ergo you are a boy mum.
2. You have a son
Or maybe more than one son, ergo you are a mum of boys.
3. You have a son
See where I’m going with this yet?
4. You have a son
How about now?
5. You have a son
And so on and so forth until you hit the tenth sign…
10. You have a son
And that’s about the only sign you need to know you are a mum of boys.
Signs that you are a mum of boys…
Lately I keep seeing articles and memes pop up giving me the top ten signs I am in fact a boy mum. You know, in case the fact I had two sons slipped my mind.
I can assure you, the boys have made sure that I don’t forget them. Ever. But the signs that I’m a boy mum? Well these articles are beginning to irritate me.
From the mud, to the pee on the floor. From the fart jokes to the Minecraft quotes (what IS Minecraft?!). Stereotype after stereotype.
The stereotypes that we seem to still be pushing on our boys (and our girls I’m sure). Boys are messy, they pee on the floor, they are bundles of energy. Yes. It may be true of your son, but it also may be true of your daughter.
Not all little boys like to run around in the mud, not all girls like to sit quietly and have tea parties. Shock horror some of them may like to do things that aren’t your stereotypical boy/girl things. I mean, a boy reading a princess magazine? Who would have believed that?
I could write a list of traits that my four year old son has. Traits which include playing with planes, loving to bake, having ants in his pants and not being able to sit still for a minute. Yes he misses the toilet bowl and pees on the floor which is the bane of my life, but he is also my cautious child, he is the one that watches, assess and waits before he joins in with anything. That sits, listens and then acts. That isn’t (always) one of these testosterone crazed four year olds running round in the park.
Then I could write a separate list of traits for my two year old son. From his love of cars to his need to have his teddy Buddy in his cot. That he loves nothing more than backing up to sit on my lap to read a story. He doesn’t pee on the floor yet, unless he is nappy free but I’m sure that’s coming. That he is most definitely not my cautious child, he is fearless, yet gentle. He loves animals and cuddles.
You see even though I am a mum to boys. To two boys at that. They are so different in personality, so different in their likes and dislikes, that there is no list that could define me a boy mum.
I am simply their mum.
And that is the only sign I need to know that I am, indeed, a mum of boys.