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Friday, February 3, 2012

"Who Says Raising Boys Is Easier?"

"Who Says Raising Boys is Easier?"
I'm not making that claim. It's the title of the article I am about to reference. I have a little boy and, in a few months, I will have a little girl. I'm not here to argue that raising one sex is easier (or harder) than raising another. I won't know that for another 18-20 years. I can say, however, that if I was paid $1 every time someone told me boys are soooo much easier to raise than girls, I could take a nice little vacation with my family. Of course a lot of it is about perspective and what each respective person is raising (sons/daughters/both), but I found this article's perspective rather interesting. If you have the time, I've cut and pasted the contents of the article I read on CNN recently by LZ Granderson, weekly columnist.

My son had barely taken his first breath when the people in the hospital started telling me how lucky I was. Not because he was healthy, mind you, but because he was a he.

"It's easier to raise boys," I was told. And for a while I actually believed them. Then I started paying attention.
Did you know boys are more likely to drop out of high school than girls? Or that there are more female college students than male? And did you know the imprisonment rate for men is roughly 15 times higher than the rate for women?

If this is what boys being easier to raise than girls looks like, could you imagine how many men would be in jail if raising girls got any harder? We worry so much about girls getting hurt -- and justifiably so -- but interestingly enough, the stats show it's our boys who are more likely to get robbed, attacked or even murdered. We see girls as fragile orchids and boys as plastic plants. But let's face it: At the core of this line of thinking isn't safety -- it's sex.

When someone offers this piece of advice, it's with the thinking that girls have to be protected from boys who will say and do just about anything to get in their pants. What's typically missing from this discussion is the challenge to parents -- particularly fathers -- not to raise a liar and a cheat.

True, parents of boys do not have to worry about them coming home pregnant, but does that mean an unplanned pregnancy can be considered "the girl's problem"? After all, a boy's girlfriend did not get pregnant asexually. That's why I'm Tebowing day and night, hoping my 15-year-old has the will to stay away from sex -- even though the world all around him tells him there's something wrong with him if he does.

Easier? Ha. Try different.

A little girl who likes to play sports is called a tomboy. A little boy who doesn't like to play sports is called weird. A teen girl who says "no" is called a good girl. A teen boy who says "no" is called a sissy. A lot of words describe what it's like for parents who are trying to teach their teenage son how to be his own man in a high school setting that demands conformity, but "easy" is not one of them.

I know, I know, "boys will be boys" is the accepted rule of thumb. But given that we have a federal department that hunts down and sometimes arrests deadbeat fathers, doesn't that raise the question: What kind of boys are we raising? And if they're dropping out of high school at a faster clip than girls, why do we think raising them is easier?

Last year, I wrote a piece with the headline "Parents, don't dress your girls like tramps." I received a lot of e-mails from offended readers who told me I had no idea how hard it was to avoid buying sexy clothing for their little princesses. I usually responded by reminding them I never said it wasn't hard.

And then I asked if they've ever seen the words on many of the T-shirts aimed at young men. They may not be blatantly inappropriate, like a cut-off shirt that reveals their bellybuttons, but if I had a dollar for every T-shirt I've read that sexualizes the words "balls," "sticks" or "size," I could retire.

I guess if parents don't care if their son thinks being a man begins and ends with his penis, then yes, I can see how some would think raising a boy is easier. But if you're actually trying to raise a gentleman, and you hear LMFAO rap "I'm running through these hos like Drano" -- as they do in "Party Rock Anthem," the second most popular song of 2011 -- then you're not breathing a sigh of relief because it's so much easier to raise a boy. Instead you're wondering how much of what you're trying to teach him soaks in, versus what our culture says is OK.

We've made so many advances as a society in terms of gender equity, and yet we still hold on to this nonsensical double standard that celebrates sexually active boys while demonizing their female counterparts, as if we can have a lot of one without the other. This kind of thinking is handed down from generation to generation almost as soon as the umbilical cord is cut.

But how can we continue to believe boys are easier to raise than girls, when only 42% of custodial moms received all of their child support payments in 2009? Some see loose women in that statistic. I see some men who are punks.

Perhaps if we stopped viewing raising our boys as easier, we wouldn't have to deal with so many men who still behave like boys later in life.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Buddha (A Repost)

Now that I am pregnant again, I am keeping a separate pregnancy blog.  I like to look back at the pregnancy blog I kept during my first pregnancy so that I can compare this pregnancy with my previous one.  Here's an old posting I came across today, which I posted back in 2009.  Wonder if I will mind this time around, since it looks like I am going to be twice as huge :)

There's a section on Baby Center that I read from time to time called "Mom Answers".  It is basically a message board in which a mom or mom-to-be posts a question, and then other moms and moms-to-be respond with their own answers, opinions, and comments.  Earlier this week, the question-of-the-day was, "How can I discourage strangers who want to touch my belly?"  This particular mom-to-be was tired of having strangers come up to her in public and rub her belly.  She wanted to know how to tell strangers to "f-off" without being rude.  The responses were interesting and some were pretty entertaining.  Here are a few of them:  
“If someone touches my belly, reaches for it, or asks to, I kindly with a big smile ask them if they would like to touch my ass too. That's usually enough to make them think about what they are doing...“

“If it happens (and it does frequently) I will reach out and rub or pat their [stomach] just like they are doing to me. They seem to pull back pretty quickly and look really uncomfortable.”



“Frankly, I don't concern myself with how polite I am. I didn't become public property when I became pregnant--none of us did. Anyone who touches me anywhere is subject to having their hand removed quickly and as firmly as necessary…”

A majority of the mothers-to-be who responded absolutely hate it when strangers do this. There were a few who didn’t really mind or care, but most were very bothered by strangers who had the audacity to touch them in such a personal manner.

I found this particular “Mom Answers” interesting because I frequently have strangers approach me and start rubbing my belly. Just this past weekend I was in line at a public restroom when this woman asked me when I was due and then spontaneously reached out and proceeded to rub my belly! Typically, strangers don’t just pat or tap my belly either. They rub in large round circles around the circumference of my belly. To be honest, most people are so quick about it, I barely have time to react.

That being said, it does not bother me or make me angry when a stranger rubs my belly. Don’t get me wrong. I think it is incredibly weird. I would never do that to a stranger, and I am always shocked when it happens. However, I do not get angry or ask them to stop. I guess I take it as a strange sort of compliment, if that makes any sense. I think the outward signs of pregnancy tend to make most women a little giddy and curious. As one mom-to-be put it, “They want to get down with some of that warm-fuzzy feeling and don’t stop to think how it would make them feel if someone reached out and touched them.”


I also think that most people are genuinely happy for me, even if they don’t know me. Maybe they think it is their way of sharing in my excitement. They are always very complimentary when they do it. They will tell me how cute I am or what a cute bump I have, and they will ask me when I am due, what I am having, etc… So I don’t think there is any bad intention on their part. Living in Texas, I have also considered that people may just be trying to touch me in order to dispel mal de ojo. So that is my opinion on the matter. Definitely weird, but not something that makes me mad.However, my family and close friends can touch me all they want! My family rubs me down, talks to baby, and even gives him kisses. My girlfriends rub on my belly too, and inquire as to the progress of my cleavage. (They are as disappointed as I am.) This is all just fine with me. I know there are a lot of people who love me and who already love our baby, so family and friends should feel free to rub away! Our family has even been lucky enough to feel him kicking around in there!

DISCLAIMER: I have also heard about strangers who pick up your baby and shower him/her with kisses. I would NOT be okay with this. Lots of new moms report that strangers will lean over and kiss their baby. Not cool. I would probably respond very negatively to that. Aside from being very rude, that is incredibly unhygienic. I would definitely freak out. That is not the same thing as rubbing my belly over my clothes.  That is all.  Thanks.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Cooties

You know what drives me bonkers?  Besides people who bring 30 items up to the "10 and under" line at the grocery store for check-out?  People who bring their sick, coughing, hacking, snotty-nosed kids to a public kids area.  Believe me people...  Nobody, and I mean nobody, wants to see your sick and snot-faced child show up to story time at the public library... or the playground at Chick-Fil-A... or the Children's Museum... or church daycare... or the weekly playdate.  Please keep your @$$ at home!     

Nobody thinks this is cute... not even his grandparents think this is cute.  I promise you... everyone else is annoyed the minute you show up with cootie-pants.  So please keep your sick baby at home, give him plenty of juice/meds/love/hugs/kisses, and stay temporarily away from the rest of us until he is better.  Then we will be more than happy for our kids to play with yours, and we won't go running for the hills.... like I did today when someone's sick kid wiped his green snot onto his hands and then transferred it to the slide my son was sitting on.  As if those things aren't dirty enough, her kid had to add a handful of green mucus to the slide.  Kind of like the kid at church daycare yesterday with green crusted boogars on his nose who was walking around sneezing on everyone.  Jesus will understand if you stay home because your child is sick.  The rest of us parents, however?  We don't understand your negligence or stupidity.  Stay home! 

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Choo Choo Soul

Does this lady look familiar to you?

How about now?

Yep, it's Genevieve, the Choo Choo Soul Conductor, who brings a little bit of ghetto each morning to the Disney Channel.  My apologies if you or your kiddos like her.  She gets on my nerves.  Even more now after this posting.  I cringe everytime those dumb Choo Choo Soul segments come on.  (Those Small Potatoes segments bug me too, but I should devote a separate posting to those silly little British Tater Tots because they really don't annoy me nearly as much as Genevieve or her songs.)  Anyway, some of my girlfriends (who find the Choo Choo Soul Conductor equally annoying) clued me in to Genevieve's other career aspirations.  Just doing my duty and giving you other moms some insight into the real Genevieve.