Having a boy

I admit that when I found out we were having a boy I was petrified. Happy but petrified. I know girls, and having been one once myself made it some how easier to raise a girl. But boys? How do you even change their diapers? Do you wipe around it, over it, how? 

Then B arrived and none of that matter any more. Yes, it was different and it continues to be but I'm learning. I've learned that weird noises are a must when you play, the louder the better. I've learned that if you have two cars in front of you, you should smash them together with a good loud sound effect. I've learned to draw cars, over and over again and I'm learning the difference between a dump truck and a bulldozer. I've learned not to faint when he swings precariously from one hand on the playground, yelling "look at me, momma", (but I still hold my breath). I've learned that even an uncoordinated two years old can get some good tickles in, if they have you pinned down on the floor. I've learned to not cringe when he shows me bugs and worms and wants me to touch them. I could go on and on. But the most important thing that I have learned from my son is to relax and find joy in the little things. To not take myself so seriously. To stop stressing and have fun, even if that involves being on my hands and knees carrying the two of them on my back while I neigh like a horsey. I've learned that it doesn't matter if he is a boy or a girl. He is my child and he and his sister own my heart. Everything else is just stuff we'll figure out together.

PS, to this day I still don't know the proper way to change a boy's diaper and he is almost out of them now. But you know what? It's okay. I may not know the "proper" way, but I've found my way and my way works just fine.