When I found out it was a third boy I scoured the internet for articles on what it would be like to be a mum of three boys. My search engine read 'coping with three boys', 'do you miss not having a daughter?', 'are boys close to their mums when they leave home?', like someone would confirm that I wouldn't be missing out by not having a girl.
When my children wrote their Christmas lists for Santa, the contents were not that surprising based on what their interests are. My daughter wrote hers very studiously and in great detail. I helped my son with his, given that he is only three. His list was just the loveliest list. It comprised two things: Loads of ninjas, and loads of babies.
My son on the other hand is new territory. Not completely uncharted, but definitely new. At the moment, he is a typical toddler by all intents and purposes. He does toddler things. He runs around, he throws his plastic cutlery on the floor, he seems to have permanently sticky hands, he laughs a lot, he cries a lot, and he finds un-silly things very silly.
We trip ourselves up all the time with the idea of role models precisely because we encourage young people to be more like someone else and not themselves. There are lots of troubling issues with this over-simplification of social development. Not least when our chosen role models do something we deem to be out of character or, even worse, morally reprehensible.
One day, hopefully many decades from now, I can picture myself rocking manically in an old folks' home (or mental asylum), still haunted by the sinking realisation that the the Wheels On The Bus may never stop going round and round. Or that the Grand Old Duke of York will never stop marching his troops to the top of the hill. Or that I will be Row, Row, Rowing My Boat gently down the stream until i'm clinically insane.
Those were just a few of the reasons for why I personally choose to keep a diary. I'm sure other people have better, more logical motives but I would still totally recommend it. It's definitely a worthwhile thing to do, and the best part about it is there's no binding contract. You can write in it as constantly or as infrequently as you want. It's your diary, your life! Be proud; I intend to keep a diary for the rest of my life!
This would inform people, spark an interest from a young age, and give a scope for creativity that is not currently present, without forcing people to solely study fashion. I am not putting other arts down, I am trying to bring fashion up to a similar position, and it is my belief that, with these changes in attitude and procedure, this is a very real possibility.