Boys

Having grown up in a household of three sisters and then raising ten of my own daughters interspersed between eight sons, I know how to do girls. 
Girls make sense to me, annoy me and yet... I get them. It's been my normal.  
 And now I find myself some 40 years since that first little girl was placed in my arms, surrounded by boys. 
Teenage boys. 
It's a strange often alarming way to finish this job. 

Now, these aren't bad/evil boys, but everything is different. 

Nobody wants to sing songs with me, or go to museums or sit and talk about their feelings. 
They even eat different.
I make lots of meatloaf now.
So sometimes when I feel alone in my girl-ness, I make the meatloaf and they get to sit at a very lovely table.
One of them said tonight, "Dinner looks different Mom."
I'll take that as a compliment.