I was always firmly in the "nurture" camp of nurture vs nature until, like all things in parenting, I actually had children. Our first boychild was into all things boy: sticks, dirt, rocks, trains and trucks. As a girl in a family of girls, I was clearly out of my element. I tried to make him well rounded by giving him dolls, which magically became guns or swords. Nineteen months later, Daughter was born into an environment of all things boy, but quickly turned our life into a world of pink and sparkles. (For those curious readers out there, 16 month old Henry already has a penchant for pick up trucks and trains).
Their play preferences rarely overlap. So, Natalie is always begging for her BFF Rilynn to come over and play while Sam longs for his cousin Noah to build Legos.
What the heck, people? You have EACH OTHER. This is why your father and I endured so many sleepless nights when you were both babies! So you would have a built in buddy! A friend! Go play with each other!
And this is what happens:
|Dollhouse with Strawberry Shortcake, Orange Blossom and Dora going camping while army men defend the homestead from invading T-Rex and Robot Frog.|
|Robot Cafe where all the robots, superheroes, and Strawberry Shortcake characters can sit down for a bite to eat after defending the homestead.|