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.