Things that Freak me out about Boys

Let me clarify why this list even EXISTS. My family is chalk full of girls and boys generally aren't an issue. There is about one male per generation and I am two months away from having the first boy of the next one. I didn't grow up around boys and my vague childhood  memories paint them as hair pulling bullies on the playground. I don't know squat about little boys. So I have decided to share some of the things that keep me up at night, worrying if I am going to be enough for a little boy.

1. Boys leap before looking. There is no question that boys do stupid stuff because Johnny down the street dared him to. Of COURSE he can jump out of the twenty foot tree in the backyard. He is totallllly good enough to do it. I am terrified that I am going to be so overly protective of him that he is going to be socially inept and incapable of taking any risks!
2. Boys have a totally different set of interests than girls. As a girl, I liked barbies and playing dress up. I shiver to think about what boys like to play with. Bugs, trucks, and anything that is dangerous. The idea of my son finding a sharp stick haunts my dreams. I can see the stick getting lodged in his eye already.
3. I am going to have to be mom AND dad. Since Danny will inevitably be deployed somewhere at some point, I am going to have to learn to be the nurting mom as well as the dad. I didn't have a dad growing up, so I don't even know what a dad is supposed to do. Am I going to be able to take my son fishing in the summer? That is such a male activity, and I have never done it. Its something that dad and son are supposed to do, not mom and son. I would probably end up making him wear two life jackets plus some floaties.
4. Potty Training. How the heck do you potty train a boy? Anatomy simply is not in my favor. I have to teach him the where, when, and the how. How do you teach a little boy to aim???
5. In the far far future...girls. My little boy taking girls to the prom. What the girl wears to the prom. What happens after the prom. Girls dress like hookers these days and I can feel the homicidal side of me already raising her hackles at the thought of some future tramp rubbing up on my kid. But I know there won't be anything I can do. My mother couldn't control me and I know the kind of trouble that kids always get into. My son is going to do what he wants to do. I can try to raise him right; to teach him to respect Danny and my wishes. Raise him as a good christian boy.

I can only do my best. I am lucky to have access to google and four older generations of women to rely on for advice. The one thing I have noticed so far about being a mother is that other mothers always seem willing to offer advice. Some people might find that frustrating, but I am thankful to have resources. Parenting is probably going to be one of the hardest things I ever do. Its nice to know I have backup just a phone call away.