This was illustrated to me perfectly yesterday when meeting up with some old University friends for a picnic. Not that they, or we, are old…although the amount of grey hair on display perhaps indicates otherwise. Anyway, there were 10 adults and 17 children - 14 boys and 5 girls.
The little girls seemed largely happy to play with the pushchairs and take it in turns pretending to be dogs, with one taking the other for a walk on a lead. The boys preferred to play football, climb dangerously high in very tall trees and hit each other in the head with a baseball bat. Accidentally, of course, but this is the sort of thing that seems to happen fairly frequently with my boys. The other thing they seem to spend an inordinate amount of time doing is tackling each other and knocking each other to the ground.
Wrestling is a big part of life in our house. Not something my husband or I are particularly keen on I hasten to add. But I cannot count the number of times I have been asked whether or not I could ‘take John Cena down’. A strange question at the best of times, but especially when I am not sure exactly who he is. I believe he is a very good WWE wrestler but I don’t pay a huge amount of attention to such things so he could be anyone. I used to know the names of all the Power Rangers, I know the majority of Ben 10 characters, but when it comes to wrestlers my knowledge is limited to Giant Haystacks, Big Daddy, Hulk Hogan and The Rock.
Does that make me a bad mummy of boys?