My son is 100% snails, pails and puppy dog tails and I could not be happier about it.
Nice and naughty! LOL just keep the soy away from the boy! Mine dug a ditch out of the mud then took a nap in it and 10 years later he was digging one at Camp Lejeune.
Put him on meds.
The system can’t handle him.
No mention of a husband and father, though.
You’re a good Mom. You are not raising a daisy. He’ll be a good MAN.
This gal wore out the letter “I” on her keyboard.
At this moment, somewhere, there’s a liberal seething at the ABUSE this parent is heaping upon their child, by not letting the child gender select properly. lol.
“Yesterday I watched him sit on the ground, placing handful after handful of dirt methodically into his lap. Then he stood up, grinned, and fell over onto a plant that, somewhat inexplicably, covered him in black soot”
The only problem is. her son is 19 years old. /S
I’m 50+ and I still love to get dirty now and then.
Boys will be boys.
I was a tomboy growing up.....I was really good at baseball, helping my older brother with practice (I was a better hitter) and all. But back then, girls didn’t play baseball. I am so very grateful that I had a son. I lived out my sport fantasies through him.....football, basketball, baseball, soccer, diving. I hope he enjoyed it as much as I did. He wanted to be an athlete and he was athletically inclined. But I told him that learning all the sports would benefit him when he was an adult and could play any position in pick-up men’s games. He is now a successful adult, husband and father. Wouldn’t trade the experience for the world.
I hearken back to a time when men were men and the women were glad of it.
By the time my son was 5 years old, every conceivable item available in my house was a toy gun.
My son loved to play guns.
I recognized somewhere along my path that I had bought into an absurd sociological construct. I reflected, I repented, I considered.
I bought my son toy guns and other items which he clearly coveted for birthdays, Christmas, and whatever appropriate gift giving occasions.
My son was also fascinated by Policemen. Whenever he saw them he would tug at me to consider the wonder of such obvious heroes in our presence.
It was rather clear where his interests were most heightened and directed.
By the time my son had reached his 25th, he was a college graduate, an Army Captain, a recipient of a Medal for Valor, a leader of men, and one of the finest among men whom I have ever been privileged to know.
I won't say more about his current status but I will say that our world is lightly better and safer because he is in it.
This Post really touched me as a father.
Thank You for sharing it.
With two boys and one girl of my own, I vowed to not say that to my girl, one of my boys grew up to be a Chimney sweep, daily covered in soot!!
All of my boys played in the dirt and with toy guns. They got older and we played with real guns and learned to respect their elders and their country. They all went to college and are all 3 combat tour Marines and out in the real world making a good life. My sister in law coddled her kids and over-protected them and they are not successful on the same scale. One is a 12 year career student and one is an pansy pajama boy.
Some liberal school administrator will have the school nurse put this kid on Ritalin. He’s acting too much like a boy...and we mustn’t have that.
I’m a Boy-The Who
One girl was called Jean Marie
Another little girl was called Felicity
Another little girl was Sally Joy
The other was me, and I’m a boy.
My name is Bill, and I’m a head case
They practice making up on my face
Yeah, I feel lucky if I get trousers to wear
Spend evenings taking hairpins from my hair
Chorus:
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But my ma won’t admit it
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But if I say I am, I get it
Put your frock on, Jean Marie
Plait your hair, Felicity
Paint your nails, little Sally Joy
Put this wig on, little boy
Chorus
I wanna play cricket on the green
Ride my bike across the street
Cut myself and see my blood
I wanna come home all covered in mud
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But my ma won’t admit it
I’m a boy, I’m a boy, I’m a boy
I’m a boy, I’m a boy, I’m a boy, I’m a boy
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
I’m a boy.
I raised two boys. Love them both so much. Here’s the difference in a nutshell between the two. #1 would find a spider and carefully bring it to me so that after I repressed my hysteria we could both be amazed at its beauty. #2 would see a spider, step on it and say, “stupid bug.” #1 would hug everyone he encountered. #2 when asked for a hug would say, “I don’t have any hugs.” Guess which one is the IT guy and which one is the musician.
I mourn that my godson is being raised by women - blighted ones, at that.
Makes me so grateful that even tho my parents were overly protective in other ways, they let me tomboy around climbing trees, following animal trails thru the woods & other things.
Poor lad’s more girly than I ever was.