So, yesterday I jumped in the mud to show him it was okay. So, my question is ‘how do you make a boy, a boy’?
When I was a little girl my Mom was a ‘neat freak’ and by the time I was in Kindergarten I had mastered the art of playing and not getting a speck of dirt on my purdy dresses. But, once my teacher told my Mom I had to have ‘permission’ to get dirty, she let me have at it. My Dad and I planted a garden in the backyard and maintained fruit trees together…like he’s doing with my son now…but, I had the liberty to muck myself up and take a bath. In my opinion, I had amazing parents and a pretty rocking childhood…
In my reflections of yesterday and the amazing mud fight we ended up having before Easter dinner, I wonder how I will manage to maintain a healthy sense of ‘boyness’ in my son while fighting the fight of two different perspectives on kids and how they should just be kids…without ACTUALLY fighting.