Thursday, August 16, 2018

Being a Mom Of Boys.

Living with my 3 sons and my boyfriend of 11 years I am drowning swimming in a sea of testosterone.  I always knew that one day I would have a family, after all as a child it was drilled into my head that girls grow up to be mommies and take care of their babies.  I always knew that I was destined to have a heard of boys. If I'm being honest, having children wasn't exactly something I wanted it was just something I assumed I had to do, like taxes or get a job so when I found out I was pregnant with my first son the only feeling I felt was fear.  All I could think was WHAT THE HELL HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO.  Over the following months, until my big bundle of blue was dragged unwillingly into this world popped right out, I tried as hard as I could to figure out what I was supposed to do.  When you're pregnant there are SO MANY rules to follow but once they come out its all of a sudden like a multiple choice test only every option is a correct answer. 

I was elated when I was told that the bun in my oven was blue.  I've always had friends that were boys, I was a 'tomboy' I could play sports, climb a tree and fix things which are all you need to know, damn I was an idiot back then.  For all 3 pregnancies my little guys were there proudly displaying their goods and when I was told the good news I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.  I had it all figured out and I knew exactly what I was suppose to do, right, HA HA HA HA.

Nobody ever prepared me for the number of times I would have to tell someone to leave their penis in their pants, to stop talking about poop, or to quit practicing slap shots in their bedroom. I also learned that there is nobody that loves anyone like a boy loves his momma.  I got really lucky with my 3 sweet little daredevils, not a moment goes by where I'm not reminded how much I love them whether its a hand-picked dandelion (my new favourite flower) given to me with THE proudest grin, sticky hugs that leave ketchup handprints on the back of my new shirt or the tea that my son made me because I was feeling a little sad. Nobody will ever love me like my little humans.

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