I'm involved in raising a boy for the first time. My 9 month old grandson is all boy, as the old saying goes. He's always ready for action, always on the go and ready to rumble. Boys, it appears, really are different than girls.
The boy is a hell of a lot of fun, but he can also exhaust me. I have to chase him constantly lest he hurt himself. He stands up by supporting himself with whatever object is in front of him. This often leads to nasty falls when he gets himself into a corner and can't figure out how to sit back down. Result... head bonk on the floor.
That doesn't stop him. He cries for a couple of minutes, gets up and charges off to the next adventure.
This behavior is so different from that of the girls I've raised. They are much more sedate, content to sit in one place to play and once they hurt themselves they immediately stop the behavior that caused the hurt.
Even changing my grandson's diaper is an altogether different business. He can't hold still long enough to get the job done. I've learned to place all the necessary items out of his reach or he'll suddenly twist around and grab something... most likely a shitty diaper and have his hands in the crap before I can respond. Until I began to demand through verbal commands and gestures that I wanted him to be still, I had to wrestle with him to get his clothing off and to get the diaper in place.
So, I've discovered that I have to approach my relationship with my grandson differently than I do with my granddaughters. I must correct him much more frequently lest he hurt himself. He simply tries a whole lot of shit that my granddaughters would never think of trying.
A male child, I've discovered, needs more discipline.
Sometimes, the boy's adventuring and exploring and plain exuberance wears me out and I stick him in the jumper to give myself and my granddaughters a rest. He's constantly forcing his way into their games and play activities and they respond, often, by giving him a good whack. I have three sisters. This experience with my grandson is leading me to understand why they ganged up on me and tried to get me to quit charging into their games when we were kids.
The need to discipline him makes me sad, but I don't see any other way to do the job.
Testosterone makes one hell of a difference! My grandson charged out of the womb and hasn't stopped squirming, running and exploring since. I'm looking forward to teaching him how to channel all that energy into constructive endeavors, like sports.
That was my father's approach. Keep the male kid busy playing sports and that will keep him out of trouble. A wise course of action that I think I'll follow.