Before I had kids, I'd get a
little scared when I saw a toddler boy running chaotic around a store or while visiting my home. I’d gulp with fear of having my own little boy some day. Their high-energy
personalities didn’t seem to mesh well with my typically low-key nature.
My daughter broke me into
parenthood and she was fairly easy. She was a little high maintenance at times and always
wanted to be held, but that wasn’t too bad. She generally liked to
be by my side, and that helps when we go out and she wants to stay
close to me.
Two years and nine months later, I thought I had this parenting thing under control. Then I had my son. The
first year or so wasn’t so bad, since he couldn’t walk and enjoyed being
carried around. But when he started walking, everything changed. He loves
running everywhere, climbing on everything and jumping off furniture. I
feel like I’m constantly on edge, worrying if he’s going to hurt himself.
If he sees daylight through an
open door, he’s running into it, without as much a glance back.
My adorable son loves to pull
things off shelves just because, and shake my desk until things fall off, expressly because I tell him not to.
If I knew that having one more baby would mean another boy, I’d be 99.5 percent sure we’re done.
I told myself that my kids wouldn’t
be pigeonholed into gender stereotypes. Both would share their toys—whether
dolls, trucks or whatever. Their personalities would dictate their interests. Little
did I know, their personalities would direct my son to have a pink Barbie car
as his favorite toy that he loves to plow around the living room and send down
the slide to fly across the house.
Meanwhile, my daughter can sit
and color for hours, entertaining herself with arts and crafts. Sure, she asks
a lot of questions and mentally gives me a run for my money. She’ll get pretty
emotional and cry at the drop of a hat if her feelings get hurt—but physically, she doesn’t exhaust me at the end of the day.
When I hang out with my friends
who have boys several years older than my son, I’ll sometimes notice their
rambunctious nature and once again see the future ahead of me.
We are about 99 percent sure
we’re done having kids but (and I know this is going to sound terrible), if I
knew that having one more baby would mean another boy, I’d be 99.5 percent sure