I am the mother of a boy. He likes to be outside, he loves being dirty and he has no tolerance for quiet activities. I must admit, some days I have no idea what to do with him, but I don't fret. I know that if I get out of line, I have the ever-faithful Manliness Police to keep me accountable as I raise my son.
Allow me to introduce:
*Bought his first cowboy hat, boots, John Deere tractor and shotgun.
*Bought his first fishing pole, 4-wheeler and life-sized tiger.
*Bought his first baseball, bat and Transformers t-shirt
*Bought his first superhero t-shirt, toy cars and remote control.
This group of ever-vigilant watchdogs works tirelessly to keep me in the know of all things manly. If I mess up, they are faithful with a lecture, text or phone call. When my son pees outside, shows his muscles or smells like a puppy, I know they are happy with my mothering. When my son wanted to wear a sequined barrette to Target, there is much wailing and gnashing of teeth.