I have two boys and two girls. I see a lot of articles about boy moms vs. girl moms and I gotta be honest…I don’t relate to any of them. I am just wondering; what happened to the clean and quiet daughters I’m supposed to have? I currently feel that a blow torch would be the best option for cleaning their room and I need a hazmat suit just to get their laundry. If this is easier then I hope there is some sort of manufacturer’s warranty, because I have yet to experience this peaceful bliss of which they speak. Clean rooms? Soft voices? Less ER trips?
I guess I’m raising wild girls, because I think those articles are hilarious and cute, but I have literally no idea what they’re talking about. It’s not like one of my daughters is outside choreographing ballet pieces while the other one eats dirt either. IT IS TWO FOR TWO at my house. I guess we make them with fire, dirt, and grit.
First trip to the ER for stitches? Girl child.
Child that started climbing out of every playpen and crib before ten months old like a small ninja warrior? Girl child. It got so bad we started googling “safe lids for playpens”. (Yeah that’s not a thing in case you were wondering.)
Child most likely to bring pet slugs and snails home? Girl child.
Child who ate her own feces twice (AND LOOKED AT ME THROUGH HER CRIB BARS LIKE SHE WAS PROUD OF IT?) Girl child.
Child who covered her whole face with black permanent marker during nap time (before going to her first Nutcracker Ballet?) Girl child.
Child that has a small problem with punching people when she’s mad? Girl child. (We are working on it).
Obviously it’s different to raise girls vs. boys. Girls don’t pee in your face during diaper changes, for example (unless you make really poor choices like my husband who swung our daughter’s naked buns above his head.) (ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE I GUESS.)
This is nothing against all those articles, I’m just wondering if I’m the only one whose kids don’t fit in those boxes even a little bit.
I didn’t fit in those boxes as a kid either. I was really disappointed about being a girl for a good part of my elementary years. I was mostly pissed off about wearing dresses to church, the pink shoes a grandparent bought me, and that my brother inherited grandpa’s 22 instead of me.
I want my girls to love who they are because being a girl is whoever they are already.
So to the girls who don’t fit into the stereotypes and the parents who raise them, cheers. Let’s keepum’ wild with their own perfect brand of “girl”.
My oldest daughter is an aspiring fashion designer/ architect.
My second daughter hopes to have fifteen children so that she can boss them all around (she’s the youngest of four, thank you for understanding).
Whatever they do they’ll do it with fire, dirt, grit, and #likeagirl.