We’ve all heard it before, “boys will be boys”. Until I had a son, I thought this saying was just an excuse for bad behavior. However, I have found over the past two years that boys truly are made of snaps and snails and puppy dog tails.
I am sure that there are parents out there that will disagree with this but through my experience boys and girls are inherently different. What makes them tick is different. It’s neither good nor bad, just different. Being in MOMS Club, I have had the chance to observe the way the kids interact and play with one another. Though they all get along & all have their moments, it’s mostly the little boys who are impatient for lines, would rather explore than sit & listen to a story, are climbing up the slide and are yelling, chasing and playing tag.
My son has such a big imagination! Whether he’s a loud, stomping dinosaur or a fast, flying plane I often find myself apologizing for the way he plays. Which is ridiculous! The other day I read an article on Scary Mommy titled A Plea for Boyhood and Rough Play. I loved reading this article! It basically states that boys need to be boys & that by saying “things like “Hands off!” and “Quiet down!” to our boys, we are asking them to suppress something innate inside of them”.
It’s time to let my son be himself & play like a boy should. No more stressing out if he’s playing too loudly in the library or running too fast at the park or exploring underneath the dinner table when we go out to eat. After all, it’s through his energetic, creative & rowdy play that he will learn & grow.
Celebrating Mother’s Day over the weekend brought me to reflect on my journey as a mom. It has not been easy. In fact, it has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. From sleepless nights to struggles within my marriage, to almost 2 years later trying to potty train & control my toddler’s tantrums…did I say this hasn’t been easy?!
But with struggle comes reward. We have the most adventurous, full of life, loving, funny as hell little man. Before our son arrived, my husband & I would see parents with frustration on their faces glare at their children while their kids did cute, witty things. We couldn’t understand why they weren’t laughing or at least smiling at their mischiefs.
It was then we told ourselves we would cherish those little moments, laugh more than we yelled and encourage our son to be bold. Even through the sleepless nights & frustrating days of reasoning with a toddler I find myself constantly laughing at his shenanigans. Our little comedian brings a smile to my face every day.
We are so blessed to have such a healthy, energetic son in our lives. He has taught us to be patient, communicate better and not to sweat the small stuff.
I hate to even say this out loud in fear of jinxing myself, but my son is finally sleeping through the night. 21 long, exhausting, mind numbing months and he is FINALLY sleeping! For the last year I’ve monitored our daily routines, kept a food journal & encouraged a healthy bedtime routine. I’ve tried to do everything under the sun to pinpoint what I was doing right or wrong… at the end of the day it was up to him. It was my son who decided one day he wasn’t going to be a nighttime bandit.
You would think that after almost two years of sleep deprivation I would cherish a good night’s sleep. Yet, every night I lay awake staring at the wall; almost waiting for him to wake up screaming & attempting to climb out of his crib.
Here’s to hoping I get rid of these dark circles & get use to this amazing gift my son has given me, sleep!