Another Birthday this week. Benjamin turned 7 on Wednesday. My, how time flies! How in the world did I get to be the mother of a seven year old?! That is a rhetorical question, Wayne. I was sorting through clothes today (and yesterday) and got to remembering some of my college days (my wardrobe hasn’t changed much since then). It really doesn’t seem that long ago.
Anyway, I think he enjoyed himself. I took him shopping (so he could spend some of his birthday money) and he made some comment and I replied, “Oh, I guess since you are a boy a shopping trip probably isn’t real high on your list of things to do for your birthday.” He thought about that a minute and then he said, “Mommy, what DO boys like to do?”
I wanted to laugh and cry all at the same time. I’m a girl! How am I supposed to know? It’s amazing how much of an identity children get from their parents. I would have thought that he would have figured out “boy” things from his Dad by now, but maybe he’s just starting to realize there is a world outside of himself and since Dan hasn’t been here . . . .
I knew that whatever I said could possibly be used against me in the future. If I told him that boys liked skydiving, digging for worms, fishing, taking mud baths, riding motorcycles or some such things, then I might end up impaling goey worms on sharp little fishing hooks, riding at excess speeds with little or no protection, or heaven forbid, losing all sense of sanity and jumping out of a perfectly good airplane myself.
Just how does one answer a question like that anyway?! I’ll take the, “Mommy, why is the sky blue?” kind of question any day. =)