I really used to believe that there wasn’t much of a difference between having a boy or a girl. That there weren’t really “girl mom” things or “boy mom” things. And for the most part I still believe that. Kids in general all throw us for loops, they all do crazy things that we can’t imagine and they are all a little gross in their own ways.
But now that I have a boy and a girl I’ve learned that there are some differences and I’ve learned a few lessons about being a girl mom.
I like big bows
…and I can not lie… if there is a bow I will buy it. It doesn’t matter if I just brought a few last week or that I had stashed away a few for her Easter basket. If there is a bow in a color or pattern we don’t own I will find a way to justify buying it.
I didn’t even know these were a thing till last week but now I wonder where they have been the past year. They are perfect for clipping back thin, silky baby bangs. Now, like bows I want them all.
Frozen is little girl crack
Jack was 3 when Frozen was all the rage and while I loved it he wasn’t even in the Frozen zone. It was only when the girls in his class started asking the teacher to play Let It Go that he knew it existed. But Disney was on to something when they made that movie because when I turn it on and the opening music notes play Grace is hypnotized in a way that nothing else holds her attention. I turn it on any time I need her to just chill for a few minutes.
People told me that little girls shriek, I always thought it was a stereotype that is until Grace started screaming. At first it starts like a normal yell but then quickly accelerates to a full on shriek. Quickly cue up Frozen to take the drama down a notch.
Jack mostly had two moods happy or unhappy, and unhappy usually meant tired. Grace has a wide array of moods running from extremely happy baby to “why aren’t you giving me those puffs now” anger, to some serious side-eye when you aren’t amusing her, to mischievous grin to full-blown rage when I dare to sit her in the pack n play.
When I had Jack I used to look longingly across the aisle at the sea of pink and purple and tutus and lace. Sure boys clothes are cute but there is just something about little girls clothes that I can’t seem to help myself. Carter’s and Babies R Us are now just as dangerous for me to go into Target. Don’t even get me started on Gymboree and have you seen these shoes? I never even knew such cuteness existed until I had a girl. And there is a world of cute girls clothes with adorable names like Mud Pie, Hannah Anderson and Matilda Jane. Thank god for the local consignment shop or I would be broke.
It’s all about her
She’s still a baby, so we are in the “if Grace isn’t happy, nobodies happy” phase of things. But it’s also all about her when it comes to things like Easter outfits where her dress determined what shirt her brother wore. For our holiday photos all of our clothes were based around her dress. For her birthday she had 2 outfit changes because why shouldn’t she?
A Girl Thing
My son and my husband have this incredible bond, my son just wants to follow him around and be just like his Dad. He loves his time with me but, when it comes down to it if Dad is around he wants to be with Dad. Now that I have a daughter I’m finding that we have our own special bond. She definitely prefers Mom to anyone else and I love that as she gets older there will only be more that we can do together.
Mostly this past year as a mom to a girl has been pretty similar to being a mom to a boy. Babies, regardless of gender are demanding and cute and exhausting and wonderful. But I have to say that sometimes putting a bow on a cranky babies head is enough to turn my day around, for about 30 seconds until she yanks it off.