Walking by the boys department...

So today, while careening through the aisles of Target, frantically searching my mind for what else I must have to get at Target to prevent yet another trip to the (suck every penny out of my wallet) store, I passed the boys department. As I passed the boys section of the store (clothing that is), I realized how little time I have ever spent in that department, and how much I will in the future. I looked at that department and the thought struck me- one day I will spend much time in this section; I have boys. The whole coming into my mama of two boys role (such a double whammy I tell ya, barely get used to the concept of having one, and then another pops out!), is becoming such a sweet thought for me. I revel in the thought that I have two boys. Perhaps the reason why there are such a thing as mama's boys, and such a reverence for boys by our society, is the fact, that by mothering a boy, it is a womans one chance to cross over into the male gendered world for a short period of time and truely cultivate that gendered culture into our little opposite sexed being. So what I'm saying, is that the bond between mother and daughter is quite special because it can be so close. A daughter can quite literally be a clone; she can wear what you did as a child, she is encouraged to play the games you played as a child. But a boy, well, you only get a short window of time in which you can be Alice popping through the looking glass and enter the wonderland of the opposite sex. And because you are this looming person in the development of the little boy's life, who must know and teach (almost) everything, you can pretend that there are no gender divisions, that yes, mommy being a girl can know quite as much as daddy can. That, until the gender canyon is acknowleged by that little child, there is no such schism. Mommy is cool because she will tell you the difference between a front loader and an excavator. The secret is, no one taught mommy these things growing up because she was a girl, or perhaps she forgot because no one asked her about such things. And perhaps that's why the gender divide continues- because mothers hold on to that precious looming figure in their little boys lives, where they are indeed bigger then life itself.

Ahh... to have a little boy, times two. I get giddy looking at that department of which one day I will become oh so familiar with.

I wonder what my husband thinks of having two boys?