(link in bio) - In which we find ourself raising boys.... My first words when the Little One was born and I was told he was a boy were “Oh, bugger!” I got a bit of a look from the midwife, as I recall. Obviously I was glad he was healthy and we were all safe, but my first thought was that I already had a boy. I’d wanted girls.
Maybe “wanted” is too strong. For some reason, I’d just assumed I’d have girls. I was ready to have girls. Not so I could dress them in pretty frocks and put their hair in bunches, but because I had A Plan. I was going to raise kick-ass girls who knew they could change the world. Years of reading Caitlin Moran and following other splendid women online meant I was ready to teach The Girls that they could be anything that boys could be. And probably do it better. I had a list of brilliant women I could channel to show them what was possible. Proper successful, clever, articulate feminists who would show them the way. Plus a family full of slightly gobby women to do the same thing closer to home.
And then we had the Little One. I had two boys. And there was no way in hell I wanted three children. So that was it, all boys, all the time. A sausage fest. Surely there was fuck all I needed to do to teach two middle-class white boys about being ok in the world?
Except there’s a lot. It’s only recently I’ve realised that while women are working hard to find and be role models and move things forward around equal pay and flexible working and actually being represented effectively in the world, boys need help to find their way too. Without turning into entitled little wankers. Read the full blog #linkinbio #parenting #pbloggers #feminism #boys #heroesforboys #kids #superheroes #lifewithboys #mumblog