Raising Boys

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

I love my boys. I really do. But, like most women, I always imagined having at least one daughter. I needed someone to go shopping with me, let me decorate them with bows and lace, and give me the opportunity to have some pink in my home. Without moans and groans, that is.

Before Sweet Pea was born, I was out numbered. No one cared about the dress I got on clearance or my new lipstick. No one.

Then, Sweet Pea came along.

Aw...pink finally entered my home and my life felt complete. But, there was something challenging about my "sugar and spice and everything nice."

Sometimes she wasn't nice.

She knew how to hold a grudge. From the very moment she was born.

She, just like the boys, was jaundice pretty much at birth. She came home with a billi-light. And, she was so mad about it, she didn't sleep a wink for 24 hours.

Then, at 2 months, she went in for her first round of shots. She didn't forget about that pain for at least another 24 hours.

Can you say, "grudge?"

I love her, but girls really know how to hold a grudge. I should know, I certainly have been known to do the same thing. (No comments, Nurse Boy. Thank. you. very. much.)

Fast forward to a few weeks ago.

During our carpool one morning, ~H~ and ~J~ (sister and brother) entered the van while arguing with one another. ~H~ sat down in a huff and rolled her eyes in a way that put all other big sisters to shame. She then inquired, "Dimples, do you and Bruiser fight a lot?"

Dimples: (Thinking long and hard.) "Um, not really."

~H~: "Well, that's because you are both boys. You don't hold grudges."

Dimples: "What's a grudge?"

EXACTLY.

I love my boys. Always quick to forgive and forget.

You gotta love that!