Raising Boys

by: Cynthia Honorio, mom to three boys aged 20, 18, 13 and an aspiring preschool teacher

Many have said that raising boys can be a challenge. Having sons only, I wouldn’t know if this is true or not.
I believe it is a blessing from above.

When I was pregnant the first time, I chose a safe color for my firstborn’s clothes, not knowing whether I was having a girl or a boy. I settled for green. But the second time around, I knew I was having another boy. And because I loved blue, I had fun picking out the cutest blue shirts, shorts, shoes, and even feeding bottles.

While my sons were growing up, their toys were mostly “boy” toys : cars, bubble shooters, water guns, lego sets. But once, they also got a chance to play house. I borrowed a cooking set from a cousin. I showed them how to gather dried leaves, some fresh coconut leaves, twigs from a chinese bamboo, rocks and sand–all from the garden. We tore the leaves and pretended to cook them. We scooped sand and pebbles into the kettle and added water.  We had a blast!

That experience taught my kids that they didn’t need toys to play. They played with mud, scooped soil and sand into pails to build a fence, collected pebbles, shells, and bird feathers. They also got curious over a smelly cat poop.

I wanted to raise them appreciating things normally considered “for girl”.

While dolls never interested them, they loved to cuddle with stuffed animals. I tried looking for boy paper dolls. Sadly, I didn’t find any. Although I found some animal cut-outs they were able to play with.

They wanted to try on girl clothes. I let them. My second son, chubby at that time, looked good in a red floral dress!

My sons, all three of them, have spurted urine into my face several times!  Mothers who have daughters only would never know that!

At this time, my eldest just finished college. Girls, whether babies or teens,  have become mysterious to me. But I do know boys.