Think male of the species, and we conjure up archetypes such as the tomcat, the stallion, a snorting bull or a strutting cockerel. As I cradled my first new born son, I was overwhelmed with love. But I also had a sense of trepidation for the path ahead, as I had no understanding or experience of the exuberance of boys.
Now, as a mother to two teenage sons, I have grown used to the world of energy, noise, smells, mess, gadgetry and sporting obsessions that these creatures inhabit. I have acclimatised to their constant movement, yelling and unprovoked body-slamming of one another, and their ability to switch from meathead back into sweet boy in a flash.
Naturally, over the years in my testosterone-filled domestic life, I’ve had a few yearnings for a daughter – wanting to have someone to share girly things with and add a touch of femininity to the male domestic landscape. It might sound sexist, but, just occasionally, it would have been nice to have a willing helper in the kitchen, rather than have to enter daily negotiations just to put a plate in the dishwasher.
With boys, what you see is what you get
Parenting someone who is not like you can be a challenge. Trying to relate to their way of thinking and understanding the things they are going through when you haven’t experienced them yourself can be hard. Males are territorial. They’re physical, they’re combative, they’re competitive and they’re louder than girls. They like machinery, being silly, transport, warfare, building and defending. And they’re always negotiating… ‘Would you rather be eaten by a tiger or a shark?’
Grass stains, mud, food blobs, dirty underpants left on the stairs, wiping sticky fingers on the cushions are unimportant to boys. While girls will agonise over what to wear to the school disco, boys simply sling on some clothes and turn up. With boys, what you see is what you get.
But, there’s something enduringly satisfying in knowing one’s raising good, honest men, who will, one day, make wonderful partners to (lucky) people in the future, and great dads too.
You can marvel at your son’s ability to learn times tables, hundreds of different nationalities’ flags, who plays for what team and how he can remember people, places and events in your lives from years back. How can boys have such brilliant minds and memories, and yet unable to learn simple tasks? Switching off lights, flushing the loo, wiping wee off the toilet seat, picking up lolly sticks/sweet wrappers/dirty tissues, taking off muddy shoes at home (they remember this at friends’ houses), playing garden football in socks…
Why do boys need their mother to stand next to them to open a drawer to show them where their favourite T-shirt is? I find myself repeating the same things, again and again ‘Can you put your shoes on?’ ‘Why is there only one shin pad in your PE bag – where’s the other one? ‘Did you remember to hand the form and cheque for the school trip to your teacher?’ Boys tune out to mundanity. ‘Good’ is the standard description of the school day, as is, ‘Can’t remember’ when asked what he had for lunch. Boys only want to be involved in important things.
Every day I’m in awe of my boys’ wonder, energy, sensitivity, curiosity, innocence and compassion. Years ago, I may have wondered how I would cope with understanding the male of the species, but parenthood but it has surpassed my wildest dreams. And I have a couple of amazing boys to thank for that.
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