I was doing some research on the conflicts of raising daughters and sons (yes, Virginia, there is a difference!) and a search page happened to lead me to a blogger I've just recently heard of (thanks, BoB) but who I can certainly relate to.

Because, like me, DadCentric is only beginning to realize that...holy crap!...my daughter(s) growing up...and I am SO NOT READY!!!

Although he does have another four years, yet -- and he is absolutely right in thinking it will come sooner than he thinks -- his post made me think that perhaps Thing Two's godfather was right:

"At least my four are all boys -- with three of yours, girls -- you're pretty much, screwed!"

At first, I thought he was exaggerating because...well...I couldn't imagine raising four boys.

Afterall, weren't boys more...you know... destructive than girls?

[ducks to avoid flying things]

Raising a boy (as well as the three girls) I feel that I am very safe in answering, "OH, HELL NO!"

Every single one of my girls...the pre-teen, tween and right down to little miss pre-k...is a total head case!

The boy...eh...basically, the only time he throws a fit is when he can't get the Ninjas to move on the Playstation II, quick enough, or when I drop him off at school...and he realizes...all of a sudden...that...he can't live without me...but, that's another topic of mommy-angst.

Don't get me wrong -- I love them...would shave my head and sit through hours of listening to their rants, raves and really bad music -- I love having daughters, I truly do!

But, when it comes down to being their mommy, I thought I'd gotten the short end of the chromosone.

Afterall, I barely survived "the talk" with the two oldest, and the third will probably kill me way before she gets to double-digits!

The boy...eh...what's his father gotta do...tell him when it's okay to smack a guy (like when he asks for it or anytime during a football game) and then, what?

Remind him to, "Put a helmut on that soldier!"

But, it's not as easy as all that -- as DadCentric reminded me -- and as I see it, when it comes to raising sons and/or daughters ...boy or girl...it doesn't matter.

IT'LL TAKE A MIRACLE...FOR ME TO SURVIVE!

They might as well draw straws to see who get's to draw blood...first!

God bless us, everyone!