Why mothers of sons should buy stock in band-aids

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

When I found out that I was pregnant with a son, I was nervous that I wouldn't know what to do with a boy.  I've been a brother-less sister my whole life and I have 8 first girl cousins...and only 2 first boy cousins.  Let me tell you, I don't know the first thing about how little boys play, or think, or act.  So then I had my baby boy and he was so sweet and cuddly and precious.

And then he learned to walk.  And that's when I learned that boys have one mission in mind:  to destroy anything in sight.  Not maliciously (all the time) but because, as I have observed, it helps them figure things out.  Where a girl will walk over to her toy bin and take things out and arrange them nicely, my son will walk over pull a hand full of things out and throw it against the wall....and then step on it.  Where a girl will dig and push sand around, fill up a bucket and pour it out; my son will throw it in the air, lean over and scoop it up in his mouth, and  drag a bucket through it only to dump it out in the grass.  As a woman, I watch my son's actions with look that can only be described as confusion mixed with a little bit of intrigue and topped off with a pinch of dumbfoundedness.

that's french onion dip, folks

please note that his entire body is soaked

The thing about being a mother of a tough and rowdy kind of little boy is that you yourself also need to become tough and rowdy to survive motherhood.  Each evening when I change him into his jammies, I do a quick scan of new bumps and bruises, scrapes and blood that needs wiped away.  Have you ever noticed that when I a little boy falls, he climbs back up with maybe a short whine and keeps on trucking, but when a little girl falls the neighboring town knows because her scream is so piercing it has just awoken their sleeping animals.  Is it because little boys are tough?  NO.  it's because little boys fall down approximately 250 times an hour. I seriously think little girls just don't have the practice at it as much as boys; they are just more aware of their body's limitations.  Where girls are cautious with their bodies, boys are careless. Warning, this is not an exaggeration:  we regularly (as in at least once a week) have to pull out the flashlight to check to see if Grey has a concussion.  (update:  fortunately, he hasn't yet.)

If Grey falls, or trips, or jumps, or gets knocked over, or walks into anything...my first response is to wait.  I don't even flinch.  I wait to see his reaction to register how bad of a bruise its going to be.  Usually, its no response, he just gets back up.  Sometimes its an, "uh oh," or "oww."  Again, I don't even acknowledge it. Sometimes he looks up and tries to find me and does a semi-run over to me with a whine.  This means a hug and a "you okay, buddy?  You need to be careful."  And then there is the cry that mothers of sons know; the one that puts your hair up on your arms and you physically brace yourself for the sight of your own child's blood outside of their body.  The cry that makes you seriously consider, "Oh God, is this going to be the time something's broken?"   Well, we've had that kind of week here at the Studer House, you see, in the matter of a few days, Grey has managed to both fall on the concrete face first AND knock his forehead full force off of the tv stand.  We've been hesitant to take him out in public for fear that random strangers will call child services after taking one look at the purple-harry-potter-bruise across his forehead and the missing top layers of skin on and under his nose.  Of course I took a picture of him, especially to show how he eerily resembles a chucky doll...(which I will not apologize for if you have nightmares tonight).


To those mommas of boys (or soon to be mommas of boys), I hope you are sighing in relief while nodding your head.  When we pass each other in the grocery store, we give each other half smiles because we recognize our own child's busted knees and scraped elbows in your child.  We see your son's snot on the sleeve of your shirt and the syrup he rubbed in his hair.  We aren't even going to warn you about the fourteen stickers he stuck to your ass because we figure we've probably got them on ours.  To be a mumma of a boy means to roll with the punches....literally.

And for those of you that are shaking your head in disbelief because you have bruise-free daughters that wear cute, CLEAN clothes; our only consolation as momma's who are enduring boys in toddlerhood is knowing that not only were we once little girls, but we were also once fifteen year old girls....so let's do a comparison again in about thirteen years, eh?

11 comments:

  1. i love this post. i almost cried about the different cries. is that weird? i think it just means i love that booboo and i've seen all of those cries before. and i am happy that i have.
    ps. you were right about the chuckie resemblance. wah.

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  2. I found your blog via Pinterest. I am Momma to two little boys, 3 and 8 months. It takes a special woman to mother boys doesn't it ; )

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  3. i can relate to the injury post. Mine's 5 and fell on the playground at school, landing on his face on the concrete. Of course I took a picture of his face, he'll be ok looking at it later on. Luckily it's all healed now other than some pink scars, but we've been lucky with injuries thus far.

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  4. Love the stickers on the ass comment..happened to me just last week!

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  5. Your blog is perfection!

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  6. I love this blog, I shared #8 on the 25 Rules for Mother's with Son's Blog on my FB status which caused people to ask me where i had found it and i got to share the whole BLOG :) I am not a mother of a son, i have a 3 year old daughter...however she is a clumsy mess and falls approx. 250 times in the hour as well. I'm talking down the stairs, off the deck, off the bed ( constantly) on the wood floor repeadtly and if she doesn't bang her knee on the open dishwasher at least once a day..it's not a day in the Eyler household :) I am HOPING to get pregnant within the year and be blessed with a boy..and i'll be following your blog for advice!

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  7. Awesome. I already pinned your 25 Rules. :) It's nice to hear from someone else that it's normal and expected for the boys to break things and just tear the place up. I think it's even different for mothers who only have sons. I have 3 and I just can't even think of the words to say when I find something broken or fashioned into a "new invention" or a hundred toys on the roof and 3 boys staring at the roof waiting for me to be distracted!!! ha. Thank you!!! <3

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  8. OMG - I have never been able to put into words before, let alone so beautifully, what it means to be a mother of boys. They truly are a blessing but can also send us nuts at times :) Thank you for blogging your experiences - I find peace in reading your blog when my 3 1/2 and 2 1/2 year old sons are just being boys!

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  9. As a mom of both a son and a daughter, now in their 20s -- you sure nailed it in your last paragraph..."let's do a comparison in 13 years" :) You could not possibly be more right. It's a joyous, exhilarating journey, full of busted lips and bursting hearts. Cherish the ride.

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  10. I have identical twin boys, they are four and i have lost track of the number of bumps, bruises, goose eggs, fat lips, and other boo boos we have had. I love raising our boys and all the chaos, because when it all calms down in those rare precious moments, they are the sweetest little men i have ever met.

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  11. So sweet, thank you :) We do the pause-reaction with our son as well. My husband actually taught our little one to say "bonk" when hurts himself. The other day a toy fireman fell down the ladder on his fire truck, and as I started to say, "oh no.." I was interrupted with a "BONK!" and that toy firefighter was made to get right back up lol

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