Boys Vs Girls, Illustrated with Crappy Pictures

Boys Vs Girls, Illustrated with Crappy Pictures

So my son says he wants to be a boxer now. He is four.

He runs around the house punching the air with his tiny fists.

This is not what I expected back when I had a baby.

You see, my best friend and I had our first babies roughly around the same time.

She had a girl. I had a boy.

I was fairly confident that I knew everything about everything when it came to raising children.

As new moms, we heard tons about “gender stereotyping” and how that was, like, bad and stuff. Saying things like “boys will be boys” was old-fashioned and frowned upon. We were modern! We would never say such a thing.

So to start with, we dressed them in neutral outfits until they could pick for themselves.

Her daughter picked out clothes with squeals of excitement.

She was attracted to pink, sparkles and rainbows. And ideally all three in the same outfit.

My son, on the other hand, could not care less.

It isn’t that he avoids pink. It isn’t that he avoids sparkles. He just doesn’t care either way.

But it wasn’t just their wardrobe. It was toys too.

She bought her daughter a toy truck.

She played with it sometimes.

Only rarely as a truck.

I bought my son a doll and a wooden doll cradle.

He played with the cradle sometimes.

Only rarely as a cradle.

And it wasn’t just the toys. It was everything.

We wanted to open the world up for them. We sheltered them from messages that put value on their interests or skills based on gender expectations.

And they do have skills.

Her daughter can turn anything into a baby.

My son can turn anything into a weapon.

Then we had more babies.

She had another girl. I had another boy.

I thought surely her second daughter will be into trucks and surely my second son will like dolls.


As they grew, I watched as her girls mostly played well together.

And how my boys mostly didn’t.

She reassured me that it wasn’t anything I did wrong. And I reassured myself by begrudgingly muttering “boys will be boys” when I was sure that nobody could hear me.

And then, two years ago, she had a third.

It was a boy this time.

I wondered what that little boy would be like growing up with two nurturing sisters and all the dolls and sparkles in the world.

I admit, despite my experience, I was a little afraid that he would tenderly burp dolls and share and always say please. I was afraid that he would never, ever turn a spoon into a catapult. Or throw sand. Or be aggressive in any way.

Then last week, there he was, running around the house, punching the air with his tiny fists.

And this is exactly as I expected.

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Boys Vs Girls, Illustrated with Crappy Pictures