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Girls and boys, so different

Having been around lot's of little girls lately, it is clear to me that God knew what he was doing when he gave me boys. I love little girls. I love their sweetness, their cuteness, the way they mimic grown ups, it is all very sweet. I don't think however, that I would be an especially nurturing Mama to a little girl. My parenting style while very affectionate, is also very, no-nonsense, "get over yourself", and take those tears out of here fast. I have been gifted with a very low tolerance for whining, and (unless there is injury or blood, even then, I can be a little tough) tears drive me crazy. Now that is funny coming from a woman, who can be quite whiny, and very tearful (hormones I tell ya, hormones). Tattle tale behavior sends me reeling, and ends up getting everyone punished. I don't freak out and run to the field/rink/mat when one of my boys gets jostled or hurt during the game/match. I don't panic over blood. I feel confident that my boys would tell you beyond a shadow of a doubt that they are loved and treasured, but they know better than to try to manipulate me with tears. I say all of this to say, girls I love you, that is why I must give you this advice, use your words. Learn how to express your needs calmly and directly. Speak up for yourself, don't whine about what others are doing. Your opinion is important, and people will pay more attention if it doesn't come out amidst tears, and whining. Love you.

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