Boy Mom
Not long after the tiny little nightmare made his appearance, my mom asked if I was going to start wearing bows in my hair. I looked at her like she had developed a crack problem because have I ever worn bows in my hair? She then explained it seems like boy moms are the girliest. Again, I looked at her like she had morphed into Gary Busey, but now I understand.
Since February (when I went back to work and started to feel like a somewhat functional adult again), I’ve had my nails done more times than I’m willing to admit, declared a shopping day, started barre classes, signed up for StitchFix, and seriously debated coloring my hair. Now I’ve also subjected Jesse to several Blackhawks and Sox games and taunted my son for his weak burps, but the point is my I’m A Girl Dammit! side has never been stronger.
I forget which fellow boy mom I was talking with about this, but she said she was living the same life and attributed it to testosterone fight. Not unlike walking down a high school hallway, when you’re a female surrounded by males, you go into fight or flight mode. And since I’ve always been half man, fight was the obvious choice.
So I now find myself fighting the good fight of eating aggressively is not behavior to encourage, there are other shows besides Cops, the tiny one’s toots are not the most hilarious thing ever, and WHY DO YOU POOP SO MUCH. These are all fights I lose for the most part, but it’s okay because I’ll always have my HGTV. And if that doesn’t work, I’m sure one of the nieces has a bow I can borrow.
Soybeans, Too 
Fascinating perspective. After my son’s arrival, I really thought that I was destined to be a “boy mom”. Two years later, his little sister appeared 😉 I agree that when you are a boy mom, you just have to fight that much harder to retain your femininity, and it sounds like you are doing that well!
Thanks! I’m still working on way to really ramp it up. 🙂
Please let me know when you’ve got a plan! 🙂 I do so much of my work at night…
…thinking about how to take of myself, that is! I’m still trying to figure out how to retain my femininity in the little years when my plate is so full!
Deal. 🙂
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