I've learned, in the last two years, that boys and girls are totally different. Yeah yeah, I know they are
different, but what I mean is, after having one of each, I'm not of the mindset that boys like tractors and dirt because we tell them to, and girls are all about twirly skirts and glitter for the same reason. For the most part, they just
are that way. I was your typical tomboy growing up...no doubt about it. But even with my skinned knees and dirty fingernails, and all my ditching my girl cousins and barbie dolls to play basketball with the guys, there was something about a skirt that did a good twirl that made me so happy. And try as I might to resist
, I have given up my long battle to hate the color pink.
These feelings were just reinforced this past week I spent with my siblings. We spend a day at Downtown Disney...wandering in and out of stores and freezing our toes off. The girls all wandered into the Princess store, trying on silly crowns and oohing and ahhing over the Disney princesses...and the boys rolled their eyes.
Then the guys promptly wandered into the Pirates of the Caribbean section, and started beating each other with swords and light sabers...and the girls rolled their eyes. :)
Merrick and Tirzah are totally different, also. Merrick said
tractor before he said Mommy. I
definitely didn't teach him that...but I did cry about it. :) Tirzah loves to be stared at and sweet-talked, and will scream her head off if you don't use the right tone of voice with her...even as a six-month-old.
I know that they are both still young, and who knows what they will be interested in when they get older. Tirzah may play football, and Merrick might keep on dancing like he does now. :) But I'm learning, from the differences in the two of them, more about what they need from me individually. And this applies to other people in my life also. Take a second to get to know someone and what they need from you...you might have been put in their path for just that reason. As usual, my little hooligans teach me big lessons. I just hope that out of the two of them,
someone will grow up to tolerate shopping trips with Mom. :)
These feelings were just reinforced this past week I spent with my siblings. We spend a day at Downtown Disney...wandering in and out of stores and freezing our toes off. The girls all wandered into the Princess store, trying on silly crowns and oohing and ahhing over the Disney princesses...and the boys rolled their eyes.
Then the guys promptly wandered into the Pirates of the Caribbean section, and started beating each other with swords and light sabers...and the girls rolled their eyes. :)
Merrick and Tirzah are totally different, also. Merrick said tractor before he said Mommy. I definitely didn't teach him that...but I did cry about it. :) Tirzah loves to be stared at and sweet-talked, and will scream her head off if you don't use the right tone of voice with her...even as a six-month-old.
I know that they are both still young, and who knows what they will be interested in when they get older. Tirzah may play football, and Merrick might keep on dancing like he does now. :) But I'm learning, from the differences in the two of them, more about what they need from me individually. And this applies to other people in my life also. Take a second to get to know someone and what they need from you...you might have been put in their path for just that reason. As usual, my little hooligans teach me big lessons. I just hope that out of the two of them, someone will grow up to tolerate shopping trips with Mom. :)
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