Guest written by Cecile Hattingh from MOMMY SAYS

Most girls, with the odd exception like me, are all about tea parties, stuffed animals, dressing up, make up, dolls/babies and basically all things pink.

So what are boys like?
Well, recently I saw a picture that said “Boy = noise covered in dirt” and you know what? This is quite accurate.

I have to say my boys aren’t all that dirty, YET. I tend to be the one who can’t keep clean. But my oh my are they noisy. I sometimes end up with a mayor headache from all their noise. From car, truck and train noises to crashing noises when the imagination starts to run wild. There are screams and shouts and loud laughter and very recently shooting noises were added to the mix. After a while it ends up just being noise, you can’t really distinguish between the different sounds.

Like I mentioned the noises you will be hearing is a lot like living next to a construction site or race track and to go with the noises your house will be filled with all kinds of transportation vehicles… Cars, trucks, bikes, trains, planes, more cars, helicopter and oh, have I mentioned cars?

Get ready and brace yourself when they come running to you with their hands held shut “mommy, mommy look what I found” 8 out of 10 times it is going to be something disgusting and 4 out of the 8 times, still alive. Yes you heard me, alive.

I think probably the worst thing so far for me is the injuries. Oh wow, boys are rough. My heart and nerves can’t take it when my husband plays with the boys; I sometimes have to leave the room. They wrestle and tackle and he throws them in the air. They absolutely love it and he does it all very carefully, but it still looks quite shocking sometimes.

Now I am not saying that girls don’t fall and get hurt, but boys are just more prone to have scrapes and bruises. My eldest was only 18 months when he had his first skateboard injury. I know what you are thinking, “what an incompetent mom, how does she let her 18 month old skateboard?” Well the answer is I didn’t. Dad and one of his friends were outside. The friend had an electric skateboard and my husband was standing on the skateboard with Henri, so it was all good fun. But then Henri wanted to explore the skateboard on his own. He sat and played on it and my husband’s friend accidently pressed the accelerator button and the skateboard basically flew out from under him. He landed on his elbow, cried a bit and just got straight back onto the skateboard. This to m e was a sign of what lies ahead for us, a little adventurer.

Just before my eldest second birthday we had our first trip to the emergency room. He was holding on to the 2 dogs leashes and both dogs suddenly bolted away while he was still holding their leashes in his hands. He fell forward, but because he was holding on he couldn’t brace. He fell on his chin, on the tiles. At first it all looked good, but when I pushed his head back to see, it was just blood. He had hit the floor so hard that the skin on his chin popped open. My husband and I both decided the wound was quite big, so off to the emergency room we went. The ER doctor said that stitches would be to traumatic for him, so she will glue it shut. OH MY WORD !!!

They brought a big blanket and basically swaddled him with his arms at his side. My husband and 3 other nurses had to hold him down, and hold his head in position for the doctor to clean and clue the wound. So ok, this was a quicker way of doing it, whether it was less traumatic I’m not so sure. I off course, 8 months pregnant became very emotional. I had never seen him crying and screaming like that. The doctor asked me if I was pregnant with a girl and I said no, another boy. Her response “sorry to say, but this will be the first of many ER visits for you guys”

There isn’t a day that goes by where my 2 boys don’t either bump their heads, fall of something or scrape themselves. I must say I have gotten use to it, it’s just part of being a Mother of 2 boys, but there are those really bad injuries every now and again that feels like someone is stabbing me in the heart. I still can’t get use to that, I don’t like to see them get hurt, but it’s all part of growing up and learning. If I don’t allow them their freedom to explore and try new things I am not doing them any favors. The freedom to explore and try new things on their own builds their confidence.


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