This week I've been reminded how wonderfully affectionate boys are. My nephew is one such lovely boy & sensitive too. It's easy to think girls are the sensitive ones, & yes they are, some more than others, but I think our boys are particularly so. I'm sure this is something that parents of boys already know.
I've also been reminded how truly funny, silly & giggly they are, which often makes them a fun & good time. Ofcourse, that is unless you are their relieving teacher & trying to get them to learn something. Sheesh. Then, the fact they are constantly distracted by their need to make their fellow mates giggle drives one slightly mad by the end of a day! What hasn't kicked in yet is the ability to gauge what's appropriate & when! Actually, as I think about it WHEN does that kick in for boys,.. I can think of a few blokes still suffering a similar lack of self-discipline many years on. Perhaps it is the Peter Pan syndrome.
I grew up in a family of all girls, the oldest of 4 sisters, with hardly a testosterone in sight. My life is a testament (not a testostement) to mana wahine, with a mum who was the backbone of the whanau & sisters who lost their mum when they were young, then had their own kids while still teenagers. It has been my nephews who have shed a little more light on the nature of the boyness. I don't mind a bit of Pan in my life, he keeps me young, makes me giggle too & isn't adverse to a thimble or cuddle every now & then. I am grateful indeed. Long live the Pan, I crow!
I've also been reminded how truly funny, silly & giggly they are, which often makes them a fun & good time. Ofcourse, that is unless you are their relieving teacher & trying to get them to learn something. Sheesh. Then, the fact they are constantly distracted by their need to make their fellow mates giggle drives one slightly mad by the end of a day! What hasn't kicked in yet is the ability to gauge what's appropriate & when! Actually, as I think about it WHEN does that kick in for boys,.. I can think of a few blokes still suffering a similar lack of self-discipline many years on. Perhaps it is the Peter Pan syndrome.
I grew up in a family of all girls, the oldest of 4 sisters, with hardly a testosterone in sight. My life is a testament (not a testostement) to mana wahine, with a mum who was the backbone of the whanau & sisters who lost their mum when they were young, then had their own kids while still teenagers. It has been my nephews who have shed a little more light on the nature of the boyness. I don't mind a bit of Pan in my life, he keeps me young, makes me giggle too & isn't adverse to a thimble or cuddle every now & then. I am grateful indeed. Long live the Pan, I crow!
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