We have a daughter and two granddaughters. Girls are familiar and such a joy. With our daughter’s third pregnancy, I was convinced she’d have another girl. Then she delivered a boy. Surprise!
My husband’s aunt has a son and two grandsons and always speaks of the joy of little boys. I didn’t say much and kept an open mind as our little one grew. And you know, she’s right!
Our grandson is three now and he is such a delight. From his earliest days he gravitated to trains, trucks, and tractors. He is the child you drive to a construction site and stop to observe the activity. Meanwhile his pink doll, called Baby, inherited from his sisters, is a treasured bed time comfort.
He loves to play dress-up with his sisters, donning a tutu or a princess costume and playing along. He enjoys whatever the girls are doing and joins in the play. His favourite colour is pink.
When he directs the play at our house, we build a train track or a bridge, a tunnel out of furniture and blankets or go camping using the same materials. He can concentrate for an extended time and if I have to stop, he continues to play on his own.
Recently, I walked into a room at his house where he was playing with legos and trucks. The girls were at school.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Making a mess,” was the reply. The couch was covered in lego.
“What will we play?” I asked.
He took out the cement truck which we filled with legos using the “excabator,” then emptied them into the dump trucks, which he emptied at the construction site. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.