There’s a weird thing that happens when you’re the mom of all boys: people seem to expect you wish you’d had a girl. I don’t. My boys are my life and every time someone asks me if I’m going to try again until I have a girl, it’s like they’re dismissing the magic and joy I get from just having boys. So here’s my answer, for everyone who thinks they should butt into my life: I don’t want daughters, and I wish you’d stop asking…
See, now you’re probably wondering if there’s some weird reason I didn’t want to be a mom of girls, and the simple answer is, no. When my first son was born I was terrified. What if I didn’t know what to do with him? What if he just wanted to play ball, or spit, or pee on things and what if I wasn’t the mom he needed me to be?
Then as he got a bit older it became really clear that the only person he needs me to be is his mom. I know it might sound selfish, but I love being the main squeeze in my sons life. I love that when he wants to be rough and tumble, he goes to dad, but the second he gets hurt, it’s all about me. When he wants kisses, I’m his gal. When he needs that little bit longer hug, I’m the one.
It’s this special, incredible bond and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
A few years after my first was born, I got pregnant again, and found out I was having a second boy.
He’s beautiful. Let me just start by saying that.
Not that I’m biased, or anything.
The second time around, I knew better what to expect. Hold the diaper over the peep unless I want a shower. Boys fight, but as long as there isn’t blood, it’s okay. Weird creatures are part of the package. And farts, oh farts are totally funny!
The biggest difference with my second is realizing just how much I love being a mama to boys. Not just the hugs and love, but the whole boy-ness of it. I love exploring outside. I love the rough and tumble. I love that my boys have a very hands-on approach to their world and that I get to see things through their eyes.
Sure, if I had a daughter she might want to be a tomboy and I’d still get to see the world the same way, but there’s a chance she’d want to be a girly-girl.
And while some moms want the hair, and girly giggles, and pink, and flowers, I’m not them.
If someday I have a girl (huge if), I will love her. I swear I will. And I’m sure I’ll fall in love with everything about her the same way I did with my boys, but right now I love my life the way it is.
So yes, I’m the mom of ‘just boys’, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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