Boys are easier to raise than girls. That’s my blanket statement as a mom to three, two of them boys.
K is our only girl and also the baby in the family. As such, I’m sure she’s benefited from a more relaxed parenting style that comes after you’ve been through it once or twice. Her brothers say she’s spoiled. She might be in regard to some things, although in comparison to other girls I’ve seen her age, not so much.
But with girls comes drama. And although there were times I distinctly remember the boys being upset because of a rift with one friend or another, there was never the angst, stress, tears, door-slamming and everything that seems to come with girls and their issues. Everything is a big deal and even the smallest inconveniences or misunderstandings are blown way out of proportion. It’s exhausting, really, for others in the house.
And when the problems come pouring out, my solutions are never appropriate and will never work! I have to stop and remind myself that even though I’d like to believe she actually wants my help/advice, her sharing any concern or worry with me is not usually about me helping her solve anything — it’s about her need to vent.
And with three more years to go to get through high school, I know there are many more challenges that await us as parents of a teenage daughter!