He’s not here yet. But the reality is quickly sinking in. I’m thrilled and at the same time, I am feeling like I have so much to learn from this little person. I grew up with brothers, and have learned a good bit more being married to a guy ha, but I know a lot of my education in boys will come as we parent this little guy. I’m finding myself reading blogs and ordering a book or two — not for literal “how to” information, but more for some narratives to help me think about what’s ahead and what I want for this little boy/future man.
“I’m still going to read them “Anne of Green Gables,” because they need to know about strong female characters (like their mother). They are still going to have to watch “It’s a Wonderful Life” with me so they can see what a wonderful character George Bailey is. I want sons like George Bailey — sons who make good, close friendships and who can dream big dreams and who fall in love.
As I raise my children, I am forever conscious that I am raising little men. I want them to be men who take responsibility, who aren’t afraid of commitments and who thrill to the thought of a challenge or an adventure. I want them to be both spontaneous and thorough. I want them to be able to cry and show emotion. I want them to love and be loved.”
-Lisa Belkin [excerpt from article on mothering boys versus girls]
I’m SO excited to welcome a son — I had a teeny hunch from the beginning that he was indeed a HE, and when I found out for sure, I was even more excited than I expected to be. For me. For Page. For our growing family.
My very first thought was what a lucky little boy to have a dad like Page to show him by example, everything from strong work ethic, to how to play fair, to putting your full energy and enthusiasm behind endeavors you take on.
My second thought was, “who says mamas of boys don’t get to buy pink?”. There’s this only semi-true myth that girls are more fun to shop for.
My VISA card begs to differ.
I’m excited for little boy snuggles. And superhero capes. And laughter and loud noise. And even dirt.
We ate dinner with friends the other night and after his mom told a joke, their 3-year-old son laughed and asked, “Do you want to hear that joke in my mouth?!” haha. We of course laughed just as hard when he told it, again. I can’t wait for funny moments like that.
As we put together our registry, I laughed at the reality of what my world will soon become. Things like Piddlers made the list (for those like me who were unaware, these flushable targets are thrown into the potty to teach “aim” ha!).
In the meantime, we are clearing space in our tiny digs to make room for what we can, fully aware that we will likely bring our son home to a one-bedroom apartment we selected before we even knew he was on the way. Hoping to report on THAT adventure (the house!) very soon!