When I had my first boy four years ago, I wondered if I'd know what to do with him. Would I know how to play in the dirt and be interested in cars and think burps were funny? Yes, no, and sometimes, depending on the location.
Now that I have my second boy, I'm realizing that God made me for this. He made me to be momma to these precious boys. He made me realize that boys can be just as much fun as girls. Would I love to have a little girl someday? Of course. But if I don't, I know in my heart that I'm still so blessed to be momma to Levi and Logan.
They've taught me to take life a little less seriously. Perfectionism simply cannot exist when you're a boy mom. Those white carpets I once had? Now a dull grey color (I never know which way to spell gray. My English teaching friend says gray in America, grEy in England. So I don't know). In a house full of boys, things just aren't going to look like the cover of House Beautiful. And that's okay. We do real life here and it's messy and it's great.
They've taught me that boys can be just as emotional as girls. My four year old has no problem telling me when someone hurts his feelings. Often if a younger kid takes his toy at church, he will tell me that children make him nervous and uncomfortable. He doesn't trust them. And I try not to laugh, because he's serious.
My boys have taught me many more valuable life lessons, but perhaps the greatest lesson they have taught me so far is grace. I love them both more than life itself, and sometimes they mess up. They fuss and they make messes and they make me contemplate hiding in the bathroom (still haven't tried that yet, although my mom friends say it's the best). But even when I am exhausted from wiping their tears and cleaning their messes and chauffeuring them all across the tri-county area (they have very full social calendars, believe it or not) I know that I love this role more than I ever thought possible. I know that as much as I adore them, God loves them even more. And it's shown me how much God loves me. I mess up a lot. Like, a lot a lot. And God still simply wants my heart. Because I am his child, and he loves me the way I love my boys. And that gives me so much hope on days when I feel like I do nothing but mess up.
So to all you boy moms out there (and girl moms too), let me just tell you that I think you are doing a fabulous job. You are so important and your efforts are not in vain. You are appreciated.
