I always wanted a daughter. I always pictured the dresses and the bows and all things girl. Until a basketball game.
My friends mom came to watch him play along with his three older brothers. Four boys and their mama. I started to warm up to the idea of being a boy mom.
When I was pregnant with my middle child I knew without a doubt he was a boy. We didn’t find out the gender but everything about the pregnancy was different than my first. In fact, when he was born there was a lot of chaos and when things calmed down I finally asked, “it’s a boy right?” I hadn’t hear anyone announce it, but I knew.
As my son grew up he loved me like I’ve never been loved before. He still has a special love that he saves for me. He frequently places his tiny little hands on my cheeks and says, “oh my dear mama”. He also says, “I love you poopy mama”, and though the words are silly the delivery is sweet. I could spend all day listing the sweet things this boy speaks, such as when he jumps into the smallest space available and says, “I cuddle you” or “can we cuddle mama”. This boy of mine makes my heart melt.
When I got pregnant with my youngest, I wanted dresses and bows again. For the first time we decided to find out, and God gave me another boy to love. He was everything I needed, even when I didn’t know I needed it.
To my sons, I pray you always love me the way you do now. I pray that you change this world. I pray that you don’t settle. I pray that you let God lead you, and that you follow. To my sons, you will always be my little boys.