Our son, Caleb, is ALL boy. That means he likes to throw balls, shoot guns, and wrestle his daddy. In fact, the latter is such a pleasant pastime for him that he literally counts down the days for the annual Barbarian Wrestling Night, hosted at our church each year for dads, and their sons to show their stuff. Last year he waited 10 whole days before asking about the following year's date.
The girls are equally excited for Caleb to go on this, "all man" adventure. His antics are notorious around our home, and usually include one, or more, of his sisters being mortally wounded in the act. Take Leah's plaintive cry last week, "Mama! Caleb hit me in the brain. I'm not going to survive." Needless to say, our daughters are ever eager for their brother to leave them alone!
Quiet reading, dolls, tea parties, and ballerina movies are the chosen pastimes of the girls. So it was with some surprise when, last night, Leah and Mary initiated wrestling with Daddy. But it wasn't the fact of wrestling that was so humorous, it was the manner in which they wrestled.
Princess Barbie Wrestling.
Where Caleb careens his whole body, cannon ball style, onto his father's retreating backside, Leah gently skips towards Daddy's awaiting arms with a menacing grimace on her face. Caleb flings himself, no holds barred, across his father's chest, but Mary delicately flicks at Daddy's hands, squealing with terror. Caleb thrusts feet, throws arms, and engages with his whole being, while Hannah laughs hysterically at the first touch to her body. Bethany just breaks down in tears the moment her eyelash bends the wrong way.
Yep, God definitely made boys and girls differently.