I am a girl. I grew up as a girl doing all of the regular girl type things. I read books, played with barbies, and attended sleepovers. I talked on the phone too much, wore Dr. Pepper lip gloss, and played in the band. When I rolled into teenager-land, I kept my room slightly messy and carried a fabulous purse.
Now I am grown and raising a boy. A boy who loves to hunt and hike in the woods. A boy who would wear camoflage everyday of the week, if I would let him. A boy who would sleep with a hound dog under his bed covers and grow his hair long and shaggy. A boy who is a sharpshooter and a collector of pocket knives.
He is also a boy who keeps quite an assortment of items in his pant's pocket.
For instance, let's examine this menagerie of items that I found just the other day while I was sorting the laundry. I don't think I can identify all of these items, but I shall try.
I spy with my little eye a dollar bill, a rubber band, a rock, some change, and an A&W bottle cap.
Hmmmm.....I think that pointy thing might be part of a screwdriver and do I see two shotgun items? I think I see some string and what that black cylindrical thing is, I have no idea. Anyone have a guess? Anyone?
Boys....they are a bit of a mystery to me.
Being a former young girl myself, you would think I have my daughter all figured out. Alas, that would be a lie.
This parenthood gig is turning out to be a bit tougher than I thought.