The difference between boys and girls.
Yesterday I learnt that boys and girls are very different beasts indeed. These differences are displayed, sometimes in subtle ways, other times, in not so subtle ways.
We decided that since I had taken the day off, Monday would be a great opportunity to go to our local beach and let Kayla Bear play in the sun and the sand. It was a picture perfect day. Sunny, not too hot and a beach with hardly anyone on it!
Kayla Bear played happily in the sand making pictures with her fingers and picking up shells. Then she spotted the ‘birdies’. She loves birdies, she walks over too them and follows them around when they move along to get out of her way. Today it was seagulls.
She even picked up a shell and tried to feed it to them.
“Birdies,” She would say with a large smile plastered across her face.
This is girls, simple pleasures from happy little animals. Give her a beach and some food to feed to her ‘birdies’ and she will play happily like this for hours.
“AAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH”
Enter screaming boy waving a big stick trying to kill all birds in sight!
Yes sometimes the differences in boys and girls are shown in not-so-subtle ways!
11 comments:
haha. Altho, my son would have just been following them around. Calling them "cat". (he calls all animals cats right now)
Must kill birdies.
my boy would beat the shit out of your boy, and then show the girls his willie. he is only five,but he already knows the ways of the world
Yeah, my son and oldest daughter show us those differences every day. I used to think that all those stereotypical differences between boys and girls were just that -- stereotypes. Guess not.
I just hope that wasn't one of my kids who did that to Kay;a Bear, as you're right, its definitely a boy thing.
I used to think that the differences between boys and girls was all nurture. Since having a boy whose favorite activity is to break every single toy he is given in order to see how it works, and has zero interest in dolls (his cars, trucks, and trains all "talk" and have personalities) I have since reevaluated my position. I now believe that gender differences are about 90% nature and 10% nurture.
dude, enjoy that "peacefulness" while you can. It will hit you soon enough, clothes, friends, all-hours phone calls, BOYFRIENDS, PMS. I have 2 girls and 2 boys. 22g, 16b, 14g and 10b. My boys are my salvation, not to put it too delicately.
I've done everything in my power to keep my boys from going the growly, stick-wielding ways...but my efforts have all failed. Sigh. Nature vs. nurture, I guess.
I had to comment on this! I just found your blog yesterday and I actually thought of this post as I was pointing out a group of birds congregating on a rock today while I was walking with my two daughters.
And my 3.5-year-old girl took off like a shot, screaming and flailing her arms. After they all took off, she looked at me and grinned, saying, "I love to make the birds fly away Mommy!"
Tomboy in the making? :)
I'm new at this - my little girl is 10mos. old - I'm still looking at things from the nurture perspective and thinking that preconceptions account for a lot of interpretations of behavior (but I allow that I may change my perspective down the line).
One thing that catches me each time it happens is that when my little girl gets all estatic over other baby girls she is said to 'love other babies', but when she does it over little boys she is 'flirting' or said to 'love little boys'. It applies with adults too - 'oh, she loves men' comes out of my wife and other female family members... but she loves women the same, as far as I can tell (as her primary caregiver).
I get a little dissapointed that before she is even a year old she's crammed into little categories - why look at babies as sexual beings?
Also - my little girl beats animals with her maracca (sp). I think this may translate to the stick approach rather than the oggle/chase-only approach down the line.
Yo Aussie man! I slipped in through Where boys fear to tread. I enjoyed reading your blog.
mmmm, must have chocolate!
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