1085114_gone_fishin_1The other night my husband, son and I were at a dinner party with two other couples and their kids.  They each had two boys, so the townhouse was filled with the sounds of boy land.  Five boys ranging in age from 3.5 to 6, tearing around the house being Boba Fett, climbing on bunk beds and creating cities of Lego, pillows and farts.

It was awesome.

It is now time for the caveat.  I know I’m about to make some blanket generalizations.  Deal with it.  No, not all girls are the same, and not all boys are the same. Boys can be sensitive and love dolls and dresses and girls can climb trees and get dirty (hell…that’s what I did) I get that.  But the thing with generalizations is…they come from somewhere. There is a gem of the truth in all of them.

But I digress.

As boy land was exploding around us, the three moms talked about how happy we were that we didn’t have girls.  That we didn’t know what to do with them.

Why…you may ask…why were we happy we had boys instead of girls?  Weren’t we proud and capable women?  Girl power and all that shit? Weren’t we sad we wouldn’t get to do all those mother/daughter bonding things?  What about the clothes?  (I will admit…little girl clothes are SO MUCH CUTER than boy clothes..sigh…but boy toys are way better.)

Here is the thing with girls.  I am deathly afraid of them.   I still feel nervous  when I walk by a phalanx of tween girls…I swear I can hear them calling me fat, telling me I’m not cool and laughing about the fact that I don’t have a boyfriend yet.  I’m forty for god’s sake…I should be over that by now.  I still feel parts of my soul are irrevocably damaged by something one of my best girl friends did when I was 11. Sure, boys can be aggressive and physical but no one…and I mean no one…can get to your soul and destroy you like the words of a girl.  I also remember myself at 14.  I’m surprised my father still speaks to me.

‘Wow’, said my friends with girls (or without children), ‘you must be tired having a boy.  All that running around and chasing and being loud  They’re Just. So. Much.’

YES THEY ARE! And I love it!  Run…chase…be loud…play superheroes, trains, dinosaurs, cars  and robots. Make everything into a lightsabre (seriously…my son asked for a lightsabre for dinner last night.  To eat.  The kid has never seen Star Wars, but somehow, it is in his DNA) or pretend it has wheels. Chase, dance and scream to abandon.

Don’t get me wrong…we do ‘calm’ things too. My son and I cook together, we love to paint, sing,  read books, and play with playdough.  We cuddle and snuggle on a regular basis. He goes to music and performance class and he is a sensitive little kid. But if he had his druthers…he’d run.  All. Day. Long.  I am not forcing him into ‘boyness’ (yes mother…this comment is directed at you)…it’s intrinsic in him. He is all boy with extra boy with little or no help from me.  And I am so very happy about that.

Our house isn’t very quiet or calm. The term ‘inside voice’ is used way more than it should have to be.  He doesn’t play in a corner with tiny dolls (I so don’t understand those) and fairy dust.  He doesn’t sit and giggle with his friends and play with their hair.  He doesn’t really sit. He is a whirling dervish of boy smell and joy. He also tells every single one of his friends that he loves them every day.

So…all you girl parents out there who are smiling, sniggering in to your coffee and relaxing…you may be enjoying your quiet little girl now…but just you wait.  When my son is 13 and hormonal and your daughter is 13 and hormonal…who will be laughing then?  Who will be laughing as my son stays in his room, emanating smells and only coming out to eat the whole fridge while your daughter mopes around the house, screaming about how much she hates you and everyone you know? Who will be laughing as you deal with that squadron of evil teenage girls?  Me…I’ll be laughing.

Have you ever heard the adage that a parent of boys only has to worry about one dick, but a parent of girls has to worry about all of them?

Mwa ha ha ha ha…

Damn I love boy land.

Erin is a mom of a boy, a defender of boys and firm believer that anything girls can do, boys can do too.



Erin is a New Westminster-based mother of one perfect son and wife of one incredibly patient husband. She is a mother, wife, daughter, sister in law, actor, writer, football player, video game geek, crafting queen, marketing and communications maven and amateur Iron Chef. Prior to her current adventure in motherhood, she was an advertising executive, an executive director and a bunch of other stuff including cucumber pruner and farm hand. She likes to keep things interesting. Her blog Acting Responsible has been an on again, off again love of hers (showing her complete lack of responsibility). But its back...she thinks. Probably. Unless she sees another shiny thing.


  1. Love it, Erin! I As the single mom of two boys, I’ve learned that since I can’t beat them, I better join them! Star Wars party at my house EVERY night.

  2. Enjoying my quiet little girl? Not sure what fairy tale world you grew up in.

    I grew up with two brothers and I can tell you that they were FAR more trouble than I was. While they were lying, stealing, cheating and getting pissed I was trying to figure out how I was going to get the hell out of this place. Not run away with no place to go kind of get away but finish school and make something of myself kind of get away. So while I studying and working hard to have a career they were getting girls knocked up and getting jobs to pay child support.

    Yep boys are great…

  3. Amen!! I love living in boyland. Sure, there’s lots of laundry, lots of groceries, lots of marks on my walls, but I l find the quiet land of girls scary and disturbing. Boys duke it out and it’s over. Girls quietly plot their revenge and it can go on forever.

  4. Got one of each… A quick scar location count survey indicates major differentials in these genders. My daughter is poised, and beautiful and wise and makes puts me in a state of awe. My boy smells like fresh air and farts. When I hold is skinny 9 year old little frame I empty my whole heart into his soul.
    Controversial alert: it is easier to love our sons because our daughters know our secrets.

  5. As a mother to two little girls I’ve often kept myself up worrying about the little she-devils my angels might become in their teens. Recently though I’ve consoled myself with the fact that I’d rather have daughters than daughters in law!!

  6. To “Got air” between her ears:

    So your bros were “getting girls knocked up” eh?

    And I suppose the poor liddle grrrls had nothing to do with that, did they?

  7. Thanks for your post, Erin. It’s refreshing to see something realistic (and therefore positive) about boys in this misandry-soaked culture.

  8. Bahaha. I love it. I have one of each and I am terrified of this precious little princess. Even though my son is physically destructive and endlessly restless, it is a different peace picturing him as a teenager then her. LOL

  9. Either boys or girls around the house can be fun. Just make sure you have a safe environment for them to play.

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