5 things only parents of boys will understand.

It’s a whole different kettle of fish.

Catchy title, huh? I have no idea what it is like to raise girls. Who knows, maybe they really are easier until the teen years, like everyone tells me. Or maybe raising girls entails exactly the same level of absurdity that boys do.

My oldest boy is turning 5 soon. My youngest boy just turned 1. Between them I am sure that I could solve the energy crisis, if only I could capture the intense amount of vigour that zings and swirls around them all day (and night) long.

With new birthday milestones marked on the kitchen wall growth chart, I offer up these five things that (I am fairly certain) only the parents of boys will understand.

1. Clothes shopping.

Buying clothes for boys is a laughable and highly irritating chore. Every clothing store I go into has rack after rack of adorable and chic clothes for girls. I must wade my way past all the tulle and pink in order to find the ONE rack for boys. And you know what? It’s covered in sports themes, camouflage or giant logos so that everyone within 100 feet will know what brand my sons are wearing. I hate that.

2. Everything roars and has claws.

The little one is learning from the big one that everything roars and has claws. I cannot get through a day without having to demand at least 20 times that the roars and claws are for outside only. OK, fine. Then take it upstairs. OK, fine. Then at least do it in another room. Ack! I freaking give up. There is no winning a battle against two small people who INSIST that they are lions fighting in the jungles of the living room.

3. Noise with dirt on it.

This one might be true of some girls; It was for me when I was kid, but it is 1000% true of my boys. They have less than no interest in any activity unless it has an element of getting dirty or being loud. Then, once their attention is absorbed in something as simple as digging a hole in the garden, they up the ante. They are now digging a hole PLUS throwing dirt. But wait, they are not done. Now they are digging a hole, throwing dirt AND dragging the hose out to make a mud pit. Why? Because wild hippos from Wham Bam A Boo-Boo must cool off in the mud. Duh, mum.


4. No matter what Mum says, anything can fly.

I have this fear growing in my heart of hearts that it will be my kid in the neighbourhood who will one day end up in the ER with a broken arm because he tried to jump off the garage and fly while wearing a Da Vinci-inspired cardboard contraption. In the meantime, I spend an unusual amount of time explaining why we don't launch toys, small pieces of furniture or full baskets of laundry down the stairs. It isn't really a luge.

5. Snuggles are unbelievably awesome.

OK, I concede that this one must also be true for girls. When my boys want to snuggle, I turn into the world's soupiest puddle of mum heart melt mush. I can't help it. After a day of full of speed racing, jumping, yelling and dirtying up everything they touch, it just feels so right and perfect to drift off to sleep snuggling together. One friend once told me that boys shouldn't be coddled with snuggles once they get through infancy. She said boys needed to toughen up. I told her she needed to get head examined.

And there you have it. Five out of the zillion and two ways in which raising boys is a particularly unique adventure for parents.

What would you add to this list?

This article was originally published on Housewife Plus and was republished with full permission. 

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