Confession time.

My little boy is a TOTAL petrol head.

He is obsessed with anything that moves which possesses an engine; buses, trains, cars, motorbikes, rockets, aeroplanes, vans and trucks. If it makes a noise and it whizzes by at speed then you can guarantee he’ll love it.

I’m not exactly sure where this fascination stems from. Like many of you reading this blog, we were keen from the start to give Hector a variety of different toys to play with. I didn’t want to compartmentalise him by only providing him with ‘boys’ toys’ with which to ‘make believe’. So with this in mind we made sure his toy cupboard included a range of different toys including cuddlies and dolls, books and puzzles, colouring pads and supersized crayons, paints and stickers. He has ride-on wooden toys and a couple of ‘dolls’ houses’ including a Sylvanian Families’ house and a Playmobile farm, basketfuls of traditional toys and a wooden train set. He even has his own housekeeping collection which makes his Gramme very proud…

I could go on (Hector is so very very spoilt!) but whilst he plays with all of them beautifully, it is his hot wheels cars and GLTC wooden garage that puts a sparkle in his eye like nothing else. I’d say he plays with these approximately 80% of the time which is A LOT and it doesn’t look to be a phase either. Twelve months on and his motoring adulation game is strong!

I suppose I should have spotted it early on. Only last week I came across some old videos of Hector aged about nine months where he was obviously fascinated by some of the animals from VTech’s animal safari. Constantly wheeling them back and forth, working out how the noises turned on and off and making ‘car noises’. Equally, on the odd occasion where he was inconsolable for one reason or another, all I would need to do is to take him outside to the nearest road to watch passing vehicles and instantly he’d be soothed; this still works even at two years old. Hell even one of this first words was ‘car’ and despite the fact he still won’t say mummy (both Ste and I are ‘daddy’), he’s got the pronunciation of ‘Taxi’ and the sound of a car changing gears, down to a fine art.

‘Hector and his cars’ has become a bit of a family catchphrase and we never go anywhere without a Cath Kidston mini rucksack filled to the brim with Hot Wheels which is guaranteed to bring a smile to even the stormiest of faces.

I am so utterly bewildered.

In some ways I admire his devoutness to this need for speed, to such a niche category of toys. I mean that’s commitment right there at such a young age. Ste jokes that Hector is going to cost both his granddads a fortune in associated go-karting costs but I admit this is all so utterly alien to me.

Allow me to explain…I am one of three girls, all of whom could be described as girly girls although we’re all happy to turn our hand to a bit of hard graft (and in my case digging, chopping and sledgehammering) whenever it’s required. My wider family is composed of mainly women and my core group of friends from the all girls school I attended are…yep you guessed it, females. Yes there are men in my life but I’m a gal’s gal through and through. Even my work colleagues with the exception of a token male (hi Adam) are lasses.

This isn’t intended to be a post about gender stereotypes, instead this is just my ramblings about my worldly experience thus far, about my points of reference. Hands up, I have no experience really of boys below the age of fifteen save intermittent interactions with the two male cousins in my family, friends’ brothers and some hazy memories of a wee lad called James who was my best friend up to the age of five. I have no real idea what makes younger boys tick, what interests them (save those stereotypes), how they behave at different ages, or what’s ‘normal’ at each milestone.

Funny then I ended up marrying a boy who is one of four brothers, who at one stage was a semi-professional motocrosser and whose career centres around construction. Talk about Ying and Yang.

I regularly ask Ste if he was as infatuated with cars, planes and automobiles as Hector is at his age to which he scratches his head and responds with mild confusion that he really wasn’t. He too is a bit bamboozled by this dedication to all things motoring.

So I guess this is where I ask you for your experiences with those of you who have boys. Do any of your littles have a passion for one thing in particular be it cars or otherwise? Do you encourage it? Or assume it will simply be a phase and disappear one day as quickly as it came? Is it a boy thing to choose planes, trains and automobiles above anything else or is it simply a quirk limited to the few? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments box below…