Nature NOT Nurture. Trust Me.
Please, do not try to tell me that little boys are just socially conditioned to behave in a different way than little girls. I declare loudly that, even as babies, little boys are intrinsically different from little girls and I celebrate that difference with JOY.Since I grew up with only one sister, I was stunned by some of the ways that my boys played . It was like I was an observer watching an alien society. As toddlers, my three sons would stare at wheels turning as they ran toy carsback and forth again and again, totally engaged in this repetitious action.It was an inborn obsession that developed into a fascination with any machine that had wheels.
Tricycles, bicycles, waggons, lawn tractors, cars and trucks were not only driven but also examined in minute detail.The boy turned bikes upside down to check wheels, fill tires and fiddle with the gears. Even more hours went by with my sons' heads stuck under the hood of a car.
My boys also seemed born with the ability to drive anything with an engine. While the girls struggled to learn how to drive cars (just ask their frustrated father), the boys learnt effortlessly
One day Matthew was about four or five and he asked for his sister's water proof doll. I was so pleased. I thought,
"Yes! I have raised a son with nurturing instincts!"
When I came back into the bathroom a few minutes later, the head was off the doll and he was holding the rubber tubing connecting the doll's mouth to its bottom. Matthew was making loud machine noises as he lowered the head into the water , filled it, slowly lifted his self-made swinging bucket and then swung the head around , imitating a crane pouring water into a plastic pail.
Matthews action startled me so I started to laugh - at my son, my efforts to change him and this whole nature versus nurture controversy.
. Of course, I tried to curb aggressive instincts in my sons and I definitely didn't want my first-born to have a toy gun. What did this little boy do? He found sticks with stumps to use as the triggers and later made guns out of Lego.
I just threw my hands up in defeat after that. Now all three of my farm raised sons are avid hunters, who only shoot as much as their families can eat. (I call wild meat chemical free, happy meat because the animals 'existence is free and they do not have to go through the torture of the slaughterhouse.)
I am proud to report that all three of my sons are young men who have hearts for people particularly babies. In fact they are just as crazy about babies as my six daughters but they relate to infants in their own "masculine" way.
David, the first father of the group, tosses his baby up in the air. As Eva shrieks with delight, her (socially conditioned?) mum wrings her hands anxiously as she watches nearby.
This scene is natural and normal in all cultures, throughout history and I celebrate this symbol of the glorious differences between men and women, husbands and wives, mothers and fathers.
VIVA LA DIFFERENCE.