Girls Are Different

3869 3869_ () 3869 3869 This morning, Isabel and I climbed up onto my bed with two of her dollies. We cleaned her room yesterday, thus unearthing her collection of dolly diapers, diaper bags and baby dolls themselves. We arranged everything over by her pram and this morning it was so easy to pull out for play. Hooray!

So Isa was marching around the house with her babies and we ended up relaxing in my room, sans brothers. At one point I said, “should we go see what your brothers are up to?” “No,” was her immediate reply.

It was the sweetest little time. She would burp the babies and then ask me to change the diaper. Then we would lay them on the bed and cover them. And then Isa would pick one up and start the process all over again.

Just like real life!

At one point, Isa looked over at me and noticed a little skin peeling off my shoulder. We are all molting around here, thanks to our overexposure at the beach last week. Isa noticed the skin and pulled a piece off. “Dat better?” she asked.

Sometimes I focus on all the ways girls and boys are alike. Because whenever someone says something like “my boys are so [insert wild behavior here]” there is invariably someone with a daughter who did that very thing, and worse. And I also understand boys can be nurturing. But there are so many things Isa does that we have never seen around here, and it kind of blows my mind. (In all my years of having boys never once did they get a handful of sunscreen and walk around offering to put it on everyone’s shoulders for them. Isa is such a little mama.)

There is a fundamental difference between boys and girls and whether there are variations on that theme or not, what I see in my daughter is so inherently different from what I ever saw in her brothers. After almost two-and-a-half years with a daughter, it amazes me still.

Or maybe it’s only just starting to amaze me.




  1. I hear ya! my friend who has all boys jokes that she knows when my girls have been playing at her house, because she finds action figures “tucked in.” My girls love to make beds for stuffed animals, dolls, figurines, you name it. I agree that there are certain behaviors that you could see in both boys and girls (my friends’ little boys love the doll stroller too), but after growing up with lots of little brothers, it was so funny to watch the nurturing behaviors!

  2. We have four boys, and our first girl is due in November. I can’t wait to see all of the differences. This post of yours got me even more excited 🙂

    • How fun! We had the exact same scenario … four boys and a girl due in November. She’ll turn 3 this November and it’s been amazing. Girls really ARE different. I experience the feelings described in this blog post every single day it seem.s

  3. I couldn’t agree more! This winter when I was sicker than a dog with pregnancy, but still reluctant and cautious to break the news, we finally let the kids know WHY I was in bed, and puking. The boys…I swear they didn’t even notice a change, and were shocked at the news. Abbey said, “DUH, Mom, do you think I didn’t know from the very first day?” They NOTICE things and are more sensitive…just the way it is.

  4. I want to eat her with a spoon. She is beautiful, Rachel! Maybe one day (hopefully after MK is finished with her “dat mine!!” phase,) the girls can meet. Will def call if we find our way to Augusta. So happy you get to trade the tonka trucks for babies every once in awhile!