By Chris
Before I had children I thought that boy and girl behavior was mostly due to the way they were raised with all the cultural expectations and stereotypes placed upon them.
After I had children, FIVE boy children in a row, I started to suspect that certain things were just inborn. The way that they reacted to things was just different. The way they chose to interact with each other was just different. Not better or worse, just different than all the little girls my friends had.
Then, three years ago, I had a girl. A girl of my very own. A girl who is the walking cliche of all that is girly and pink. My daughter talks constantly about her day, nararating every last thing that she is doing. Telling me what she wants to buy at the store, what she bought there last week, and the directions to get there. My boys have never once suggested that they need more shoes or a shiny new coat. Sports equipment, yes, but even that they prefer to purchase online.
This week at the beach my 3-year-old daughter made a friend. One of the first things she does is scope out a friend to play with wherever we go. The girls were relatively quiet, meaning their conversations weren't being broadcast across the water front, like those of all the boys that were there, not just mine. The girls held elaborate conversations which involved talking a great deal, sharing their feelings, sharing the names of their long lost pets, dolls, toys. Did I mention the non-stop talking?
I swear they got more personal information out of each other in a few hours than my boys have shared with anyone in a life time. It struck me that it is so stereotypical of male and female relationships.
My husband has a best friend from childhood that he talks to several times a week, yet I am never sure what exactly it is that they talk about, since every question I ask him when I get off the phone is met with a confused look.
Several years ago his friend called to tell us he had just asked his girlfriend to marry him. Rob got off the phone and shared the information with me.
"Oh, where did he propose?" I asked.
"I don't know"
"How did he do it?" I asked.
"I don't know." was the answer.
"Was it a huge surprise? Did he pick out a ring by himself?" I asked.
"I don't know." he answered yet again.
"Do you know anything?" I asked exasperated.
"I know she said yes. And really isn't that the important part?" he answered, equally exasperated by me.
I guess it was. But I wanted to know more details. I wanted to discuss every excruciatingly minute detail, like I would do with a girl friend. But he and his friend view talking as purely a way to share information, as succinctly as possible.
Which brings me back to the beach, I don't think I have ever heard one of my sons say to another boy they just met at the beach. "Let's go lay down on our beach blankets and talk!"
Chris is a writer, artist, and mother of six boys and one girl. She lives in an historic old house in New England that is constantly under renovation, and just might be the death of her.
I don't know if you were a Seinfeld fan, but this kind of reminds me of the episode where Elaine was upset because Jerry had taken a phone message, telling her that one of her friends had had a baby. Except he didn't use an exclamation point! (Ex: "Cathy had a baby girl.")
She wondered; if giving birth didn't warrant an exclamation point, what DID?
Yes, indeedy... men and women are so different.
Posted by: Susan | July 31, 2006 at 08:00 PM
I've had that conversation with my husband - it amazes me how little info he walks away with after talking to a friend. Men are definitely different! Meanwhile, he's getting a big lesson in talking from our 3-year-old daughter. :)
Posted by: Amy | July 30, 2006 at 10:19 AM
Jump rope can be a contact sport. I come from a family of 7 girls and one tortured brother, and we girls did manage to break my brother's foot in a very rough game of jump rope.
Posted by: meredith | July 30, 2006 at 08:03 AM
Thank you for the laugh! How right you are. Being married made me realize how different male and female are. I got a double lesson in this area when I was blessed with a son and then a daughter. All four of us are so different and in such cliche ways, with out even meaning to be.
Posted by: Maria P | July 30, 2006 at 02:04 AM
Your husband's conversation with his friend reminds me of every time my husband tells me he heard someone had a new baby. Of course I want to know: When? How big? How long? How's the mom? Are they home? and even Was it a boy or a girl? I guess the important thing is that they had a baby.
Posted by: my full hands | July 29, 2006 at 05:16 PM
I, too, leaned more toward nurture in the whole nature vs. nurture debate. Until my third came out female. It's really quite remarkable just how natural some of the male vs. female behavior is.
Posted by: KJ | July 29, 2006 at 04:05 PM
I caught myself the other day trying to convince my 11 year old son to call his friend and ask him how his vacation went. And, why would he do that? Had he ever called him to ask him anything other than, "can you come over?"
My daughter wouldn't need to be told to call and check on a friend. Even my 4 year old daughter!
Posted by: Angie | July 29, 2006 at 03:47 PM
Great post! And how nice that you now have a girl to get all the details of life from!
Posted by: Anjali | July 29, 2006 at 01:40 PM
It is so true. Boys and girls are just different....and that's OK!!
Posted by: Natalie | July 29, 2006 at 12:51 PM
Chris,
Having a boy and a girl myself I know that you speak the truth. My kids are completely different - the things they enjoy, the way they interact with other children, the way they interact with me. My daughter meets children and talks with them. My son meets children and yells or makes silly sounds or runs around like crazy with them. It was actually a big relief to acknowledge that this isn't really about me or what I'm doing. They are just the way that they are - different. Nice post!
Posted by: amy h. | July 29, 2006 at 12:09 PM