I can’t thank Priscilla enough for asking me to guest post today. As she begins life as mom to yet another boy I thought I would share my thoughts on becoming a mom to boys after the birth of my youngest…
When my second son was born I was thrilled, of course.
We didn’t know what we were having so the surprise was wonderful.
But there was something nagging in the back of my mind…
I was now the mom of boys, not one, two.
Visions of wrestling matches, chandelier swinging (we don’t even own one) and digging for worms filled my head.
As I lay in that hospital bed, pain medication increasing my hallucinations, I came to grips with it all.
My hair would soon be short, Adidas pants and a matching zip up my only wardrobe, a whistle around my neck a must.
A mom to boys must look the part.
I have always been a girly-girl and now my fate had been sealed.
Might as well start the shipments of bulky tennis shoes and baseball hats right from the beginning.
Miraculously, as they have grown, I have managed to keep my hair long, cling to my beloved yoga pants and even sneak in a pedicure once in a while.
I have learned to not mind dirt (sort of), see the wonder in a worm curling around a stick and laugh at how high a stream of pee can actually go.
I am aware now, that I thought being a mom to boys meant I would morph into a clone of my old gym teacher named Pat.
Although I am sure there are more burping contests in my future than fashion shows, I am actually looking forward to t-ball games and cub scouts (only dads can go on the camping trips, right?).
I am learning to embrace life with trucks and trains and soccer balls.
There are days when I look at the chaos emerging in my house and wonder exactly whose life this is.
But there are many more days when I look at my little guys and can’t image not knowing the experience of raising curious, mischievous, loving, little Momma’s boys.
Four Plus an Angel
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