Why I'd Make a Good "Boy Mom"

I'm so excited to have Liz from  a belle, a bean & a chicago dog as my first vacation week guest blogger! I love Liz's blog, like, really really love it. You see, Liz is one of those women who just has a way with words. She writes about her adventures with her 2 daughters, shares yummy recipes, has an amazing garden, and would be my friend in real life if we were neighbors. I just love her and I know you will too!!

When Katie asked me to guest post at her digs, I immediately said "yes" since she's Sassy and Silly and Spunky and all.


Then after I accepted my chance at a guest post, my next step was to figure out what it was I would write.

See, Katie's a momma to a boy, and I have 2 girls.

I LOVE having 2 girls, don't get me wrong, but I kinda think I would have been a great "boy" mom.

I grew up playing sports, and am as low maintenance as girls come.

I don't wear makeup, and I never "do" my hair.

I hate cattiness.

I hate pink.

See why I envisioned myself as a good momma to boys?
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We didn't find out the gender ahead of time with either pregnancy. I remember walking through Baby Gap - understandably one of Katie's favorite stores - when I was pregnant with my oldest, thinking how cute and dapper all the boy clothes were. Then I'd glance to the girls section, and saw the ruffles and sparkles, and skimpy tops and short-shorts, and thought, "If I ever have a daughter, I have no clue where I'll shop because bare bellies and exposed booties just aren't acceptable in my book."

And that was before my mind ever imagined the age where fashion and make-up and boyfriends would come into play.

I love that boys don't have all the accessories girls have. You can buy boys a pair or 2 of shoes, and then a bunch of tops and bottoms, and they're set. They don't need entire outfits. They don't need matching hair bows and socks. They also don't ask for things like painted nails or pierced ears.

I love that moms of boys have minimum kiddie hair fixing to do each day.

I love that boys are usually "tough stuff" when they fall or get hurt; they just get over it and get back to playing.

I love that boys don't hold grudges against their friends (*see note about cattiness above).

I love that boys can pee just about anywhere, and let me tell you I've seen enough mommas to boys who can let their sons run to the edge of the woods during a soccer game to pee, while I'm hauling Kate across a parking lot and over to the not-so-clean public restrooms by the baseball diamonds to go potty.

And once the teen years come, I think my fit as a boy momma will be even more pronounced.

Can you imagine what life with 2 teen girls will be like?

Oh, I shudder at the thought.