Call it mother’s
instinct or a lucky guess. I knew the
second I found out I was pregnant that I was having a boy – both times.
God has the best
sense of humor. Before I was pregnant, I
wanted a dance squad of little girls twirling around my house in their frilly
tutu’s and pigtails. I even bought an
adorable little overall outfit for my first-born [daughter] before I was even
married.
Can you say “cray
cray”?!
But the day I found out I was pregnant (both times), something inside of me (ahem … a baby boy maybe?), made me desperately want a son. There was just something about having a mama’s boy. Something about my husband being able to share his love of all things nerdy with a toe-headed little mini that made me swoon. Something about having a child that would some day be taller than me made my heart pitter-patter.
Let me be VERY clear: neither my husband nor I had a
preference for our first-born. We wanted one thing, and one thing only… a
healthy baby. And we were blessed with not one, but, two healthy babies. Two
healthy, beautiful baby boys.
And as soon as the first little dude popped into this
world, a close friend sent me a text that simply read, “Welcome to the boy mom
club!” Little did I know, this club
would actually exist. Little did I know
that I would be calling that mom at 3 in the morning asking her questions like,
his “thing” has been “straight up” for the past five hours! Is this f’king
normal?!??
Y’all … I came from an only child household. I have a brother and a sister but by the time I
was born, they had already moved out. I
came into this boy mom journey with no prior knowledge. No prior knowledge of
how often they would "grab" themselves. No
prior knowledge of how many times I would be given a dead bug as a gift. No prior knowledge of how loud my house would
be at 7:30 at night. No prior knowledge
how slipping one tiny little toot would become the best laugh of the day. No prior knowledge how many times they can
wrestle, get hurt, bleed, and then get back up for more.
You get the gist.
I was once asked why I carried two fully stocked first aid
kits in my car. And then they met my
boys.
And then they ask that question.
The question I get asked every other day from somebody
new…
So when are you having a girl?
And I smile. I
smile sweetly and in the most polite voice, I say, “God made me a mom to two
beautiful healthy boys. He knew what he was doing when he stopped at just those
two.”
Sure there are days when I want to completely lose my shit
on the next person that pities me for not having a girl.
I know I’ll never get to have a tea party or play with Barbie’s
again. I know I won’t have somebody to
shop with and help her pick out her prom dress.
I also know I won’t always have the answers to my boys’ questions. Specifically the ones about body parts that I
don’t have. And I’m okay with all of
that.
Having boys has given me the opportunity to look at them
as individuals. My boys are
completely opposite, yet identical. They are both exactly like their Daddy. Which is okay with me. The things I can’t stand about my husband are also the things I love about him.
The oldest is all about superheroes and Legos and nerdy
things. The youngest loves cars and
tools and sports and being silly.completely opposite, yet identical. They are both exactly like their Daddy. Which is okay with me. The things I can’t stand about my husband are also the things I love about him.
They are their own little personalities.
They’re not just “a boy”. By
having these two dudes in my home, I am complete. My family is complete. I don’t need
a daughter for my family to be whole.
My boys are challenging.
They’re always an adventure.
They’re spontaneous and rough. They’re the funniest little beings I’ve
ever met.
Sure I’m a basketcase 5 out of the 7 days.
Sure I’m a basketcase 5 out of the 7 days.
But I wouldn’t trade the goodnight kisses …
Or the tiny little hands around my neck …
Or the sweat on my lips when I kiss his forehead after
practice …
Or the heart palpitations when I hear a thud from across
the house …
Or the mud stains on the couch from dirty cleats …
Or the Spiderman underwear on the front seat of my car …
Or the pain I feel when I step on a Lego in the middle of
the night ..
…..
I wouldn’t trade any of that for a girl.
Okay … maybe that last one about the Lego. But you get it.
When I’m doing my
daily rounds of toilet cleaning and stain fighting … I thank God for these
little men that He is trusting me to raise.
Or at least for knowing that my husband
would suffer from a stroke if he saw “3 little slits” on the sonogram instead
of a penis.
Don't get me wrong … I LOOOOOOVE my nieces and my adopted daughters and my future little daughter-in-laws. But I am soooo glad it's you that has them. I just like borrowing them from time to time ;-)
Don't get me wrong … I LOOOOOOVE my nieces and my adopted daughters and my future little daughter-in-laws. But I am soooo glad it's you that has them. I just like borrowing them from time to time ;-)
So the next time you think about asking a mom of all boys when she's going to pop out a girl … zip your lips. Because you just might be the person that she loses her shit on.
Peace, Love, and Soccer balls...
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