Are Boys Utterly Bonkers?
FROM HIM: After the wife had gotten over the initial disappointment, we were quite pleased to have had a boy.
Largely because we attributed all of his good behaviour to being a boy, with no evidence to back it up, other than the anecdotal evidence we searched for to support our theory.
We have a boy, so it makes sense to do this when you have one, albeit completely irrationally.
If we had a girl we would be seeking evidence to prove that boys were clingy and made of chicken poo and that girls were ace.
However, there is one trait he is beginning to show signs of that has largely been attributed to boys and I’m struggling to find any evidence to disprove it.
This is why I come to both of our readers for help.
Do all boys just love danger?
Friends of ours have a son, whose name shan’t be changed to protect him (because he has no self-preservation urges what-so-ever), called Luca.
He is only 2yrs old.
If you gently held his hand to look over a railway bridge at a passing train, he wouldn’t wave at the driver, he’d fling himself head first into it to see if Thomas The Tank Engine would catch him.
You would peer over the bridge, shocked, only to see a derailed train and a barrel chested boy running back towards you at full speed shouting ‘again again’.
Edgar is only 8 months old, but he is already a fan of danger.
And as parents, we are not at home to Mr Danger.
We would not describe ourselves as relaxed parents.
We do not imagine days when he’ll be proximity flying down the side of a mountain and we’ll be happily sipping cocktails, only occasionally glancing in his direction to wave with feigned appreciation.
He will be jumping off a kerb into a puddle, the wife will be fitting on the ground because a car could have been coming, even though it’s a quiet country road and there’s no traffic for miles, I will have dived in front of him to try and soften the blow, already having died from a heart attack mid-dive.
Edgar will look up with a little smile on his orphaned face and a slightly damp knee.
So even though we want to encourage him not to be scared and to try anything, we would be far happier if the thing he wants to try is walking around in a bomb disposal suit.
I can see already though that this is not the case.
If I accidentally nearly drop Edgar then just manage to stop his head from hitting the floor with my toe, he loves it.
If I put him in a bouncer he tries to test the warranty.
He just loves to be thrown around.
Or am I just reinforcing stereotypes?
Perhaps I’ve passed it on to him through my genes.
I would genuinely describe myself as a relatively cautious child (well obviously I’d describe myself as an adult now – at least 1% of the time), but even I used to hang from bars by my ankles.
Yes, that’s right. My ankles!
I got so good at it I tried a variation on a swing.
Swing goes up, hang from knees, swing goes down, face scrapes on tarmac.
My mum starting dying her hair very shortly afterwards, although I didn’t relate the two things at the time.
My earliest memory is of me climbing a slide at pre-school, getting a little impatient in the queue at the top, then launching myself into mid air.
Ambulance – stitches – lesson learnt.
Or not, as the later swing episode would suggest.
So are boys actually born bonkers or do we mould them that way with expectation?
Does anyone have any girls that seem to be naturally this way inclined?
I have to go now because Edgar is giggling, so I have to go and see what he’s fallen out of.
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