Boy Mom

Boy Mom by Katie Workman/ themom100.comIt Begins.

The first moment I realized I was a bona fide, no-turning-back boy mom took place when Jack was 6 weeks old. My husband’s boss wanted him to come on a business trip to Miami, and (really kindly) suggested I come along with the baby, for a little change of scenery. What a great idea, how fun! Three sleepless days and nights later I was heading home solo with my crabby baby. Fed child on plane. Burped child on plane. Child vomited into my bra on plane. Child pooped violently on plane (no, you’re not missing any gender point yet). We arrived home in a cab with all of the windows open as far as they could go, both of us covered in misc. body fluids.

I peeled off his revolting horrific onesie, holding him with one hand on the changing table while I rooted around underneath for a diaper. As I did this, I heard a strange sound, much like burbling. I looked up. He was urinating in an arc into his own mouth and gargling on it. A biological feat, not achievable by even the most talented, pliant girl baby. Boy Mom Moment #1.

I am hardly a sexist, and don’t think of myself as a person prone to stereotypes. I go out of my way not to assume my kids wouldn’t want the pink shirt, or that my nieces wouldn’t enjoy a monster truck rally as much as the next kid (they wouldn’t). But now having been the mother boys for one and a half decades, there are some things I believe to be true.

Boy Mom Moment #2.

It was 2007. I was standing with my two young sons outside of our new house. . I enthusiastically pointed out the rose bush growing near the front door: “Aren’t those flowers so pretty?” I asked. “Yeah,” said Jack (7). A moment of silence followed where (I thought) we were admiring nature’s beauty. He then added, “I wonder if I peed on them how fast they would die.” Would a girl have made that comment? Not impossible. However, improbable. I simply cannot imagine any of my four nieces gazing at those flowers and musing about how fast her urine would cause them to wither.

Everything is a Gun.

Oh sure, at first you say, “I’m not going to get toy guns, because I don’t want my kids to think they are playthings.” But then they build them out of legos, Matchbox car tracks, toilet paper holders, out of thin air it seems. And then your Great Uncle Ivan buys them a Nerf gun and your Mother-in-Law purses her lips as you begin to protest (her boys played with guns, and they turned out just fine, didn’t they?…I married one of them, didn’t I?) and you sigh and your son ecstatically runs off to threaten the dog.

Penis Humor.

A deep pleasure in offensive, inappropriate humor is also deeply embedded in boys. Please; I know this is not exclusive to boys. I too love offensive, inappropriate humor (and I would watch and listen to Melissa McCarthy and Amy Schumer any day of the week), but I’m going to go out on a gender-politically incorrect limb and say that, in general, boys seem to latch on to it more readily than girls.

Here is Charlie at age 8:

Charlie: “Want to hear an inappropriate joke?”

Me: “Um, ok.  How inappropriate?”

Charlie:  “A man was in a car accident.  He went to the hospital and they looked him over.  The doctor said, ‘Well, everything seems to be ok, except for one part. Your penis.  We have to replace it.  Lucky for you we have the technology.  It’s $1000 an inch to replace.  Go home and discuss it with your wife and come back tomorrow.’

“The next day the man comes back.  The doctor says, ‘So, did you discuss it with your wife?  How many inches?’

“The man says, ‘Well, we’ve decided not to get a new penis.  We’re getting granite countertops instead.'”

(pause, Charlie grinning proudly)

Me (crying-laughing): “Where did you hear that?”

Charlie: “On the radio.”

Me: “Really?  Where?”

Charlie: “Grandpa’s house.  A few visits ago.”

Me: “Do you get it?”

Charlie (pause): “Not really.”

Then I get to explain it.

Girls.

And then of course, being the mom of boys also means that you get to hear what they think of girls. The older they get the less you hear, but you still get to observe. And when they are younger, before they realize how obsolete, aged and stupid we are, they can be quite forthcoming.

Charlie, at age 9: “You know mom, I wasn’t looking for girlfriends, but they just sort of happened and I said ok, and it’s turned out to be pretty nice.”  (How do we freeze time again?  Oh wait, we can’t.)

Recently we had a friend over with her 15 year old daughter. Jack (also 15) surprised us by spending a significant chunk of the afternoon cleaning his room furiously and yelling at us to do the same, saying, “This place is a shithole!” A shithole, you say? Well, if the person who thinks it’s okay to leave his athletic cup on his dresser like a Hummel figurine thinks our place is a shithole, then we’d better hop to! If the boy who is so ecologically minded that he’s taken it upon himself to create a mini-compost on his desk thinks we’re not creating a respectful environment for guests, then we’d best grab a broom!

Bluntness.

I absolutely don’t think this next thing is just a boy thing, but I still feel compelled to talk about it. My boys are very, very good at being blunt. I recently purchased a pair of (I think) very hip sneakers, with a slight platform sole. Jack was quite candid in his opinion of them (I believe his words were, “I feel bad for you that you think those are cool, and I think your friends feel sorry for you, too.”)   When I have the deluded, sad self-confidence to wear them out in public I am reminded of his opinion by the determined distance he keeps between us on the street. Thank goodness we have these children, otherwise we might find ourselves singing aloud to the radio, dancing enthusiastically at weddings, and generally enjoying ourselves in other unbecoming and cringe-worthy ways.

As a food writer, I actually do want to know what the boys think of pretty much everything I make. If you are thinking, “Oh, dear,” you are right. Where most kids certainly feel entitled to share feedback with the parent who is cooking, my boys feel like it’s their God-given duty to be as forthcoming as humanly possible. For my own good. Sometimes they are very appreciative. But not a week goes by where I don’t get a valuable little talk on how something I’ve made, especially involving kale, is going to cause children across the country to gag and cry. Also, that we never have any good snacks in the house, ever. You would think, Jack often remarks, that someone who is a food professional might have the mental bandwidth to remember to buy tortilla chips regularly. Yes, you would think!

Injuries.

Boy Moms and Boy Dads, you will go to the emergency room. It’s practically guaranteed. If there is an orthopedist parent in your school, befriend him/her. Not if he/she is a jerk of course, but if he/she is nice, this is a great friend to have. We happen to have two good friends who are respectively a pediatric orthopedist and a pediatric plastic surgeon. Sometimes it’s hard to know which to call first to evaluate the child who thought it would be great fun to stand on a rolling desk chair while his brother dispatched him at top speed down the hall. Decisions, decisions.

Here’s another thing I’ve had to get used to: putting on one’s lacrosse gear and grabbing a lacrosse stick doesn’t necessarily mean you are going to play lacrosse.   It could also mean that you are just going to go outside and smack the crap out of each other with a stick until someone (Charlie) starts crying. And also coming to terms with the idea that turning to your spouse and saying, “What’s the over under on this ending badly?” and then putting money on the time at which the first wail will echo through the yard, is acceptable parenting. And finally that taking the time to do a little fist pump in the air if you guessed correctly, before meandering to his aid, is also admissible behavior.

Hunger.

It is a well-known fact that as boys hit puberty, their appetites can increase. Surge. Erupt. Recipes that say serves 8 do not serve 8. I think it would be helpful if recipe yields addressed this, saying things like “Serves 8 regular people OR 4 teenage boys.” I was once testing a lo mein recipe and made a huge pot for a bunch of boys at my house. After the meal I asked how they liked it, on a scale of 1 to 10. Jack’s friend Sam said, “I give it a 5, because I had 5 plates.” Sam is not a natural at math. He is, however, very good at eating. He once ate 6 sloppy joe sandwiches at my house. AFTER dinner.

AXE.

I watch some of my Girl Mom friends wrestle with how much makeup to let their daughters wear, or how early to allow them to shave their legs. But if you don’t have boys, perhaps you don’t know about AXE, a line of fragranced products such as deodorants and body sprays (mmmmm…..) for men that can make your nose hair release from their follicles at 50 paces. Envision a cocktail of testosterone plus Agent Orange plus a very powerful taxi air freshener. Now imagine that applied to a smelly armpit. Scent names include Anarchy, Fresh Excite, Armor, and Cool Metal.  Charlie was putting on some AXE antiperspirant a year or so ago and I made some sort of quizzical comment about whether he felt like he needed deodorant at age 12. “I just like the smell of this….It has just the right amount of ‘party’, don’t you think?”

Mea culpa.

 

I’ll once again offer up the sincere apology that I have taken some large over-generalization liberties in registering these experiences as Boy Mom experiences. I acknowledge the fact that not all Boy Moms have had these kinds of interludes, and that plenty of Girl Moms have had very similar experiences. Maybe I’m even perpetuating stereotyping, and that would be bad. But I know of very few families with girls who think a loud fart planted in the midst of a meal or a touching movie is the funniest thing since the invention of….well, AXE.

 

 

 

22 thoughts on “Boy Mom”

  1. Jill S says:

    This is HYSTERICAL. As the mother of two boys (and no girls) I can attest that you’ve hit the nail on the head. Thank you for all the laughs (of recognition)!

    1. Katie Workman says:

      glad you saw yourselves in this!

  2. Beth says:

    I laughed so hard!!!

    I remember AXE, my nose still remembers AXE and it’s been years since they moved out!!!

    1. Katie Workman says:

      it’s a hard scent to forget!

  3. Jennifer says:

    I’m a mom of three boys- this is all so true, I can relate to every single point, and I laughed out loud often while reading this. I thought things like these were generalizations, perfect parent I was ‘pre-kids’ (awful, but we’ve all been there)….and then I had a boy, and then another, and then another- and realized distinct differences between my boys and their female kid counterparts.
    Thanks for the laugh!

  4. Inanna says:

    This is absolutely hilarious and spot-on.

  5. Barbara Davis says:

    Oh my goodness! Too funny! I have 3 boys and I can relate to everything in this article, especially the part about the emergency and befriending the orthopedist! I often joke that we have our own parking space and a buy-10-casts-get-one-free card at our local orthopedist’s office!

  6. Shelly says:

    “What’s the over under that this is going to end badly?” – SPOT ON! Thanks for the laughs.

  7. Helena says:

    I am in the midst of the axe phase. How long will you it last?

  8. Jill says:

    Leigh G. forwarded this to me, as a mom of 3 boys, there hasn’t been one scenario you wrote about that has not taken place at my house. Thanks for the laughs!

  9. Kendra says:

    Hilarious truth! Not only do I have 2 boys I have 2 stepsons, one of which caused Axe to be banned from the house. The 4 year old is now taking the safety locks off the cabinet doors and using them as guns. I believe 17 year old was just born inappropriate and the 4 year old is headed there..he comes over, turns his booty to me and let’s one rip!

  10. Sara O'Koon says:

    Omg this article had me crying I was laughing so hard!! I am a girl mom. Too 2 mightygirldivas ( they made that one up) 9 and 12! I loved hearing your perspective from so to speak the other side! I will say my 12 year old A would have looked at the roses and said I love my middle name mom thanks for planting those for me. The 9 year old R would have said yes they are pretty, could I dig them up to see how they grow and make a mid pit?
    Girl mins with teenagers or older tweens are sooo aware of AXE that stuff drinks worse than all the body lotions and sprays that make my hubby nuts because one of them always……. Needs more! My athletes eat like teenage boys. I feel your grocery bill! who knew they could eat that much!! Anyway really enjoyed the article glad I saw it. Good luck as the teen years beat us both up.

  11. Kevin B. says:

    I came from a family of 6 boys and now am raising a son – age 14. I literally laughed so hard I cried when I read this because every one of the incidents have happened to us!

  12. Martha Buche says:

    I am crying with laughter! My 15 year old son in ” I feel sorry for you, Mom” mode told me it wasn’t really that funny. He did enjoy the gargling infant story, though. Wonderful. I will share with the parents I work with. Thank you!

  13. Theresa Klemm says:

    This is brilliant!!! As a mm to 4 boys I could relate to everything you wrote!! We are just beginning the eating everything phase and Axe phase. I thought they ate a lot…… But that is nothing compared to polishing off entire pizzas alone!!!

  14. Margot Herrera says:

    I totally love this! Hilarious and apt.

  15. Lisa Heffter says:

    Katie! OMG ! I totally laughed out loud reading this ….you are hysterical – and right on!! I love your slant on LIFE with BOYS ! (How is it that despite all this, we end up wanting to marry them ?!!!!) Thanks for your awesome recipes for meals on the table and recipes for laughter on the home front. You rock! – Lisa Heffter, composer

  16. Lisa Corley says:

    Hysterical! As a mother of 3 boys, aged 18, 20 and 24 they do grow up and over some of these things. But you never stop being a boy mom.

    My 18 year old recently had a very bad dental check up and was told he need multiple fillings. After I finished berating him in the car he looked as me quizzically and said, “Mom, you really need to quit being so negative and be more positive.”

    “What, my brain screamed!” So I told him, ” I am positive I am pissed off about all the filings you need!”

  17. Holly says:

    Mom to 4 boys and 1 princess here. You speak truth.

    1. Katie Workman says:

      :)

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