Why I hope to have sons instead of daughters...
A few years back, when I finally realized that I really am mentally capable of raising a child someday, I decided that I would want to have boys instead of girls. I figure I could deal with the noise and the stuff getting broken all the time and endless hours spent at sporting events. Hell, if I survived over 10 years of my sister's softball games, I can survive other youth sports.
As long as it's not hockey, lacrosse, or wrestling. Hockey promotes bad sportsmanship, lacrosse is essentially hockey without the ice, and wrestling promotes anorexia and other unhealthy weight loss/gain techniques.
I digress.
If anything, I want to have boys because it would be a challenge. And a fun one, at that. And boys are low maintenance: they can pee standing up (so I don't have to spend years lining toilet seats with paper), they wear their hair short (no fights with brushes and combs and barettes and all that nonsense), and they like action figures. Yup, low maintenance.
Now, don't get me wrong: if I'm blessed with a daughter or two when I have kids, then hey - at least I was blessed with kids.
But raising girls in this day and age has got to be one of the biggest challenges on the face of the planet.
They want to grow up so fast! And you can't blame them - the girls department of clothing stores look like mini-juniors clothes. Bratz dolls look like mini hookers. Little girls nowadays look up to people like Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears. And when they get to high school...it's all over.
Whatever happened to "You can't wear makeup until you're 15?' Or "No daughter of mine is going out with her belly button exposed?" And "No, you can't go hang out at the mall with your friends until you're in high school?"
If parents now are letting their kids get away with so much, how am I going to be a good parent without being Strictest Most Unfair Neurotic Nazi Mom?
Geez, I'm going to have to end up raising my kids in the Midwest or the South somewhere. I might end up losing my own mind, but at least my kids (especially my daughters) would have a shot at a fairly wholesome childhood. We can come back to the East Coast when they're teenagers. By that time, they'll have enough common sense not to do anything too stupid. Until they get to college, at least.
And once again, I secretly thank my parents for having me and my sister grow up out in Illinois. Even though it was strictly a career move and not a moral one (Dad got transferred to Chicago), I know I'm a different person than I might have been if I spent my entire childhood in Jersey.
But don't get it twisted: I was born a Jersey Girl, I returned to my roots, and I'm damn proud to hail from here. I just see myself as bi-regional.
I realize that I had started this post with the intent of making some truly deep statement on the state of today's society. But I just ended up skimming the surface and I really didn't get anywhere. And there were lots of digressions - as always.
Oh well; thus is the nature of my blog, love it or hate it.
Off to do other random things here at work so I'll stop rambling on about pointless nonesense here.
As long as it's not hockey, lacrosse, or wrestling. Hockey promotes bad sportsmanship, lacrosse is essentially hockey without the ice, and wrestling promotes anorexia and other unhealthy weight loss/gain techniques.
I digress.
If anything, I want to have boys because it would be a challenge. And a fun one, at that. And boys are low maintenance: they can pee standing up (so I don't have to spend years lining toilet seats with paper), they wear their hair short (no fights with brushes and combs and barettes and all that nonsense), and they like action figures. Yup, low maintenance.
Now, don't get me wrong: if I'm blessed with a daughter or two when I have kids, then hey - at least I was blessed with kids.
But raising girls in this day and age has got to be one of the biggest challenges on the face of the planet.
They want to grow up so fast! And you can't blame them - the girls department of clothing stores look like mini-juniors clothes. Bratz dolls look like mini hookers. Little girls nowadays look up to people like Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears. And when they get to high school...it's all over.
Whatever happened to "You can't wear makeup until you're 15?' Or "No daughter of mine is going out with her belly button exposed?" And "No, you can't go hang out at the mall with your friends until you're in high school?"
If parents now are letting their kids get away with so much, how am I going to be a good parent without being Strictest Most Unfair Neurotic Nazi Mom?
Geez, I'm going to have to end up raising my kids in the Midwest or the South somewhere. I might end up losing my own mind, but at least my kids (especially my daughters) would have a shot at a fairly wholesome childhood. We can come back to the East Coast when they're teenagers. By that time, they'll have enough common sense not to do anything too stupid. Until they get to college, at least.
And once again, I secretly thank my parents for having me and my sister grow up out in Illinois. Even though it was strictly a career move and not a moral one (Dad got transferred to Chicago), I know I'm a different person than I might have been if I spent my entire childhood in Jersey.
But don't get it twisted: I was born a Jersey Girl, I returned to my roots, and I'm damn proud to hail from here. I just see myself as bi-regional.
I realize that I had started this post with the intent of making some truly deep statement on the state of today's society. But I just ended up skimming the surface and I really didn't get anywhere. And there were lots of digressions - as always.
Oh well; thus is the nature of my blog, love it or hate it.
Off to do other random things here at work so I'll stop rambling on about pointless nonesense here.
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