Decorate a nursery with gender specific decor. I even wrote a paper about it in college. No blue or pink for me. I don’t think I was thinking about boys though. The feminist in me didn’t want to limit my daughters to dolls and pink. I’m pretty defensive about girls being forced to like princesses and play with barbies…probably because I was not that girl. While I did have Barbies, I had more Ninja Turtles. I didn’t develop a love for pink until after middle school at least. Well, I didn’t have daughters so I guess it is a moot point. BUT, If I had had a daughter…I’d be all about the pink and ruffles. Sigh. I’m not sure what changed. Maybe I’m just tired of sports themed clothing. At this point I’m o.k. with blue for boys and pink for girls…because in the end, they’ll decide what they like on their own.
Dress my children alike. Oh boy was I wrong on this one. I purchased matching Easter outfits for the boys before Emmett was even born. I was stupid excited about it. I know they won’t like dressing alike forever, so I’m going to take advantage of it now!
Have a child with allergies. Ok, maybe I didn’t SAY this, but I thought it. The younger, less tolerant me thought that allergies were for overprotective parents with spoiled children. I was raised with the ‘get up and rub some dirt on it’ mentality. Allergies were for wussies. So, of course, my first child was covered in eczema for the first year and a half of his life and has some serious allergy issues. Younger me had obviously never had to take her toddler to the emergency room because of a severe reaction to a cashew. I’m talking swollen lips, hives, and vomit. Allergies are real, and they are scary.
Drive a minivan…..and I still don’t!