These Boys are Making me Grey!

When I was pregnant with my first son, I got my first grey hair when I was fifteen weeks along.  I had preterm labor, and was hospitalized numerous times.  The pregnancy was tenuous to say the least.  By the time I delivered our child (seven weeks premature) I not only had a fair share of grey, but wrinkles as well!

Little did I know that the stress I experienced before I ever met my child face to face, would not even compare to the anxiety and nausea produced by the antics of raising two young boys.

I have been a mother for eight years, but I was also the youngest of four.  My siblings were all boys.  Are boys more accident prone?  Maybe.  Here's what I think...

Birth order absolutely determines how your son will approach every tree he climbs.  As a new mom when my son's binky falls on the floor, I'd wash it- by the time the second child came around I had declared the "five second rule."  This was pretty much how I raised them overall.

My first son is definitely more cautious, even anxious at times.  He loves to have adventures, but he is very organized and methodical in his approach.  On the other hand, my second is always racing to keep up.  He hates the thought of being considered a "baby."  He is a natural athlete, and already scarred from head to toe.  (i.e. the two staples he received in his scalp yesterday)!

My husband is an only child.  He has never broken a bone, doesn't have a scar or stitch on his body.  Talk about over-cautious.  He used to take a bath with a visor on his head until he was seven because he was afraid of getting water in his eyes!  To avoid that fear that I dumped buckets of water on our boys head from the beginning- I mean COME ON! 

Maybe raising girls means more tea parties and fewer trips to the ER.  I was born to raise boys, and I love their energy.  It also means that I carry a first aid kit everywhere I go!

 "Men blames fate for other accidents, but feels personally responsible when he makes a hole in one."  author unknown