Raising Boys

Raising boys, oh gosh, where do I start?? From the beginning I guess. When we went for our 20 week scan with Charlie we wanted to find out what we were having as we had a super surprise last time. Unfortunately Charlie wasn’t playing ball, he crossed his legs and turned the other way despite the sonographers efforts he didn’t want to be identified.

When I had my c-section I heard this tiny little cry from inside me – yes, Charlie got his shoulders stuck inside me so he cried whilst being removed from his cosy home. The surgeon announced we indeed had a boy I was utterly gobsmacked, our little family was so complete and how lucky was I to have a daughter and a son.

Charlie was the most perfect little boy you could imagine. He was utterly gorgeous (teeny tiny) and so laid back, he latched on straight away (unlike his sister) and fed like a dream. He was the only baby on the ward that didn’t wake or cry during the night for a feed, I had to keep waking him to feed him – he was perfect.

I think with the second child you are certainly more relaxed about things – not in all situations though. But, from the get-go he would not leave my side, he slept in our bed from the first night we brought him home and hasn’t left our bed since (don’t judge!). Charlie was a very hungry baby, he would absolutely drain me from morning till night, during the night and the cycle would start again but he was such a happy chilled out baby. Once weaning began he was, again, the perfect child I couldn’t believe my luck.

When he hit 1 however, things started to change. He walked from the age of 10 months and was on the go all day long. He became a climber and performed some daredevil moves, he used to also get really cross with me if I didn’t share my food with him. Since then he has just got more boisterous and more demanding. Mums of boys will completely understand what raising boys entails, they are so different to girls. Amelie was a feisty little thing, always a diva but would play nicely on her own or with us, she didn’t destroy anything and looked after her toys. Charlie on the other hand is what I can only describe as, a Tasmanian devil, extremely destructive, trashes the joint, is SO loud and is ALWAYS jumping around on the sofa. He kind of reminds me of a puppy, needs to be bounding around all day long but once walked (or taken to soft play) will chill out a bit. He is constantly hungry, he eats really well, loves houmous, fruit, veg and quinoa crisps. But as soon as you feed him he is hungry again, I’m constantly being harassed for snacks!

Don’t get me wrong, Charlie is the most loving, caring, sensitive little boy going and out of the two is always by my side. He still sits next to me when I’m going for a wee, he used to sit on my lap when I was on the toilet as he was such a cling on. From the moment that boy wakes up (and he wakes up ridiculously early) he does not stop, you are constantly on the go.

Boys are so different to girls, they are rough, destructive, hyper and so silly. But they are also so loving, caring and thoughtful and always need their mum. I feel so lucky to be a mum to both a daughter and a son, I really do get the best of both worlds. If I’m going about my day Charlie will be by my side, he has such a brilliant imagination and sense of humour and can make the simplest of things into so much fun, he is extremely cheeky and we do get stopped when out by people telling us ‘how cute’ he is – he does play on this now as he can get away with murder, it is the dimples!

Charlie as a sibling, hmmmm…. well, he is a complete wind up. He will torment Amelie something rotten and will not listen to a word I say to him. He is his own little character and I just love who he is becoming.

Anyone who says raising boys is easier than girls is lying – do not be fooled, boys are hard work!


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