Just over two years ago to the day I started this blog. For the simple reason we had been for a scan and Mrs OMG had asked to find out the gender of the baby. (I didn’t! That way I could hope for a boy, in blissful ignorance)
“I think it’s a girl”
Was the answer.
“Oh My God it’s a girl!” I said to myself! And a blog, twitter handle, Facebook page, Instagram, Pinterest etc etc was born.
The main reason was as a way to deal with this news, and maybe get a laugh at some of the funnier sides of parenting a girl. (Parenting a toddler isn’t funny. Unless you find saying things like, don’t draw on the dog! Don’t lick the dog! Why is Peppa Pig on every screen in the house? funny)
In the nearly two years since she was born I’ve learned a lot. The biggest thing is that girls aren’t that different than boys! (Who knew???)
They need food, nappy changes, sleep and Love. Then as they grow they need to be taught right from wrong, how to talk, read, write and arithmetic, with a bit of play thrown in for good measure. Guess what, girls like playing with footballs, jumping on trampolines and going to the park.
No different than a boy really. The only difference is that pooey bums have to be wiped front to back! You’d have thought I was putting diesel into a petrol car the way Mrs OMG shouted “NOOO!” The first time I went with my usual wipe any which way to get the crap off quick method.
Here we are at exactly 4 weeks away from her second birthday and besides the explosion of pink clothes and tiny pairs of tights in the wash basket, there’s absolutely no difference in raising little girls as there is little boys. (Who knew??)
The biggest change is in me.
It’s a scary world out there to bring up kids. There’s the interweb, online bullying, offline bullying, fear and hatred, terrorism, nutjobs, stalkers, pressure to succeed, no jobs, housing crisis etc etc.
The thing is none of this is limited to girls.
In fact when you look into it, boys have it just as hard in the modern world. Body image, fitting in, stereotyping, etc etc Making friends, fitting in and confidence issues are all issues boys have to deal with as well.
In fact suicide in young men is far higher in Ireland than it is for young women!
So am I still turned into a quivering, rocking wreck in the corner at the thought of Little Miss OMG growing up?
Not a bit. Now I’m reduced to a rocking, quivering mess at the thought of all the children growing up.
Will there be fun times? Yes
Will there be tears ? Yes
Will there be smiles and laughter? Yes
Will there be tough decisions ? Yes
And a whole lot more, we’ll take the rough with the smooth and carry on together as a family.
I hope some of you stick along for the ride, and you never know, you might learn something from our mistakes.