Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Little Boy's Mama

I was in Target last week walking through the baby aisles
when one of the employees noticed my baby bump.
 He asked me if I would be interested in looking
at some of the clearance baby items he had just put up.
 I informed him that I was actually expecting my fourth
so I didn't really need any of the big items.
 He asked me what I was having & I replied with "my fourth boy."
 I thought that man was going to come hug me. 
We went on to have a nice little conversation
 and at the end he told me he was going to pray for me.
 Haha. Thank you random Target employee.

When I was checking out the cashier noticed my variety of boy items.
 Asked if I had twins? How old was my oldest? If I was expecting another boy?
I proudly said
 "Yes. I have four boys. My oldest is 5 and I am due with my fourth in January." 
She had the same reaction as the previous employee.
The conversation ended with I will pray for you.
See a common theme here? This is my everyday conversations.
 People are truly worried about me having four boys. However will she do it?
 All I can do is laugh.
Apparently those people do not know my boys.
Boys really are wild and messy.
 But I think people forget that boys are just as sweet as they are wild.
 And even more adorable than they are messy.
I love when they turn sticks into swords.
I love when they are fascinated with bugs.
I love when they have dirt smeared across their face.
I love the Band-Aids on their tiny little knees.
Some preventive some not. 
I love how they pick me weeds flowers every chance they get.
I love how sometimes all they need/want is their mama.
I love how they love snuggles more than most girls.
Sure. I might be a little biased. But...
I just absolutely love love love being a boy mom.
 I found this article on FB & just had to share.
It is perfect and so incredibly true.

Being a little boy’s mama is knowing to point the penis down in a diaper,
and probably getting a face full of urine at least once in your life.
It means having to educate a child on owning a body that you know shockingly little about (testosterone, masturbation, facial hair),
and answering questions like, “Why it straight, mommy?
(Being a mama to only boys may also mean quietly weeping for the useless advice
you have about owning ovaries and wild mood swings.)
Being a little boy’s mama means pockets full of wildflowers and dandelions.
 It means cuddles and compliments and thoughtful gestures from a miniature gentleman.
little boy
Being a little boy’s mama means hearing phrases like,
“Boys belong to their future wives, girls belong to their moms forever”
and dying a little inside.
It means finding rocks hidden around the house.
It means wincing at cultural slang like, “Man Up!" and “Don’t be such a girl” 
— wishing you could put a force field around his tiny spirit.
little boy's mama
Being a little boy’s mama means teaching the lesson of “NO”
— especially when it comes to someone’s body or personal space.
It means not only teaching respect,
but modeling what a respectful, strong, capable woman actually is.
It’s declaring that your son will not be that guy
 who creepily grinds up behind an unsuspecting girl in a club,
or catcalls a woman walking across the street, or starts a drunken brawl.
(And then accepting that it’s a possibility.)
Being a little boy’s mama means prematurely mourning his high-pitched chipmunk voice,
 realizing that you’ll eventually hear a deeper, stronger, manlier voice.
little boy's mama
It means knowing that one day you’ll be looking up at your child.
It means kissing his cheek and knowing that, one day, it will be prickly or unshaven.
 It means looking at his chest and legs and knowing that hair will cover his baby-soft skin.
Being a little boy’s mama means always going, moving, running, energy.
It means muddy shoes, bandaged legs,
 and breath-catching stunts that nearly stop your heart.
It means surrendering to rough housing and accepting the bloody noses.
It means playing certain games and watching certain movies t
hat you really have no interest in,
and yet still enjoy seeing through the ninja-superhero-karate perspective
 because it’s his perspective.
Being a little boy’s mama means loving your husband
 the same way you’d want your son to be loved.
Being a little boy’s mama means seeing the little boy in all men,
and feeling more empathetic than you were before.
Being a little boy’s mama will change you —
harden you in some places, soften you in others
— but will ultimately give the sweetest memories of when,
 for a brief period,
 you were everything to a sticky-faced little man.


Adrien said...

Aw, I love it!! Don't get me wrong, girls are great, but I love that I've gotten to experience having a son. We truly do have a special bond, and yes, the cuddles cannot be beat!

You were clearly meant to be a boy mom - and you already know that you are great at it! Wanted to share this verse with you today, because I read it the other day and immediately thought of you.

4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. 5 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate. Psalm 127:4-5

^^In other words, a house full of boys is a blessing for their parents! No one can mess with you. :) Haha! Hope you have a great day!

Anonymous said...

I firmly believe that women who get all boys, are given them because they will be the best at raising them to be grown gentlemen.

Cassie said...

i love this - i think i am going to have to repost!

stella is great about falling asleep at night. henry, not so much. we have our struggles, but every night he wants to lay in his "spot." which is right between my legs. he grabs his pillow and his blankie and comes right over and lays in his spot. and falls asleep. i love it!