At first, when I was pregnant with my second child, I wanted another girl. They could share a room, share clothes, always have a best friend.
Then I found out we were having a son. I was very nervous. After all, I'm a girl. How do I care for little boy parts?!? Thankfully, God gave us the instinct to care for our little bundles of joy regardless of their sex. (And we have wonderful nurses who teach us what we need to know to care for them!)
It's truly amazing the natural differences between boys and girls. I'm not talking about physical differences. I'm talking about their personalities, their likes and dislikes, what makes them happy. The Bible reminds us that in a fear-inspiring way we are wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14). I couldn't agree more.
Almost as soon as Hunter was old enough to crawl around, he was fascinated with wheels and cars. His favorite toys are match-box cars, trucks, plastic cars, the wheels on the stroller and he loves his "Cow". Haylei, on the other hand, was, and still is, completely girly. She loves her babies and having tea parties. Dressing up in "princess" dresses, painting her fingernails and applying lipstick, haphazardly of course!
We visited my Momma today and I was struck by the marked differences in girls and boys. Haylei was delicately playing with her plastic dollhouse and all the little dainty play-things that go inside. And here comes Hunter...barreling in like a "bull in a china shop" or we could call him a "moose in a dollhouse". It's comical really. Hunter sat behind the dollhouse, sticking his gigantic foot through the door while Haylei was conducting a tea party on the other side. Later he toddled around and proceeded to sit on the second floor of the dollhouse. Granted, it did look like a little seat. But he weighs a remarkable 30 pounds for his 20 months of age. Thankfully, the dollhouse withstood the barrage of this destructible boy.
Haylei loves to help me cook, bake and even clean. Hunter likes to eat and make messes. Maybe it's still his age. I'm hoping he'll want to help out when he gets older. Until then, our house is the most "baby-proofed" home in the neighborhood. It might be because Hunter has broken both lamps in the living room. Or it might be because he learned how to climb on the end-tables (which have been removed from the living room to the garage) and roll across the couch and start again. My boy is very rambuctious but I've heard from my friends that this is not the case with all boys. In fact, their daughters are the "wild-child" and their sons are the meek ones.
Hunter might be the wild one in our family, but he is also the sweetest, most lovable little baby boy. Sadly, he's growing before my very eyes. He'll be two years old in June. It's hard to believe. My mother-in-law is often heard telling the grand-kids she is going to put a brick on their heads to keep them from growing. Where's that brick?
In the meantime, I'm loving the beautiful differences in each of my children. I'm glad I have a son and a daughter. I couldn't imagine my life any differently.
"The Daily Grind" are posts referring to my career as wife, mother, bookkeeper, seamstress, chauffeur, teacher, baker & cook and whatever else life throws my way. (Proverbs 31)
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