Why Having Boys Isn’t What I Expected


“Little boy, you remind me how so much depends on days made of now” (“Little Boy”, Alison McGhee).

I’m kind of a girly-girl. I love all things pink, flowery, and sparkly. I was never in the least bit interested in toy trucks, dinosaurs, etc… Dolls were more of my thing. Yet, I now find myself being drawn to the trucks and dinosaurs as well as all things blue; my life is immersed in all things boy. I am the mom of two boys who have completely stolen my heart!

At first I wasn’t sure how I would handle a boy. And then after I had fallen in love with my role as a boy mom, I wasn’t sure how I’d handle two of them! But little did I know that the second one would be just as precious, just as scrumptious, just as perfect as the first one. In fact, because of these two little people, my heart has grown about 100 sizes. I wouldn’t trade my role as their mother for anything in the whole universe.

Here are some things about having sons that have caught me by surprise.

5 Reasons Having Boys Isn’t What I Expected:

1) Sons are mamas’ boys.

I will forever tell my boys that they are never too old or too cool to hug their mom.

2) Boys are very snuggly.

My boys are so snuggly and kissable, I could just eat them right up!

3) Moms of boys feel a lot of pressure to raise good, noble men.

Don’t we all feel that our world could use more men who are kind, thoughtful, and honest? All little boys grow up to be men- moms with sons take their job seriously and often fret over their ability to raise those boys well.

4) Boys are sensitive.

Contrary to what society tries to instill in us, boys are naturally sensitive, gentle, and kind. They receive pressure, as they grow up, to be more “manly”, which often implies them “needing” to become more aggressive and less sensitive. No, a true man is not aggressive and insensitive. The men I know who exemplify true manhood (especially my husband Brian) are sensitive to others, kind, thoughtful, and respectful of women.

I feel a huge responsibility to raise good boys in a world that wants them to be bad and tells them that they shouldn’t love themselves unless they fit a certain “manly” mold.

5) I often feel that my heart might burst with how much love I have for these boys of mine.

After a day filled with lots of pee, poop (LOTS of poop), chasing, reading, growling, laughing, and snuggling, I watch my sweet boys as they sleep and can’t believe that they are MINE- that I get to raise them, teach them, and love them. As much as I wish time would just slow down and let them be little for longer, I can’t wait to experience crazy life with these guys and watch them grow into men with their own unique personalities, talents, and dreams.

Nothing could have prepared me for the way I would feel about my sons. I feel a precious little piece of Heaven when I kiss their chubby little cheeks and hold their soft little hands.

“No one else will ever know the strength of my love for you. After all, you’re the only one who knows what my heart sounds like from the inside” (Unknown).

love, puppies

10 Reasons Why Little Boys are Actually Puppies

Ok, I know that little boys aren’t ACTUALLY puppies and that they are about 100 times more difficult to take care of than a puppy, but sometimes the similarities are just uncanny.
For example:

1. They drool.
They drool so much. All. the. time. My little man-cub is currently working on a top tooth so the drool has reached faucet river-like proportions.

2. They beg for food at your feet.
Has this ever happened to you where you feed a dog food ONE TIME from the table and from then on they think they are entitled to your food forever after that? Well, it’s the same with little boys. Man-cub J has been exploring new solid foods and so sometimes I’ll feed him a little bit of what I’m eating. Last week I fed him pizza and he actually cried when I wouldn’t give him any more. He’s a pizza lover just like his father.

3. They love squeaky chew toys.
Sophie the Giraffe anyone? We all know they’re just glorified, expensive chew toys. Babies love those things! Man-cub J doesn’t have a giraffe, but he does have a little squeaky monkey. When you squeak it he gets the biggest smile on his face and then sticks it right in his drool-covered mouth.

4. They’re not potty trained.
This one is pretty self-explanatory. I just hope potty training little J is easier than potty training our 12 year old dog…who still isn’t really potty trained…

5. They cry in the middle of the night.
When my parents first got our dog, she had to sleep the night in a small dog kennel. She HATED it. She would cry and cry and it was the saddest little puppy cry you ever heard. Little boys are pretty much the same, except sometimes the crying isn’t so cute anymore.

6. They are always happy to see you.
Do you know the feeling when your little one wakes up from a nap and you go in to get them and they see you and start smiling like you have an ice-cream cone in your hand? Well, it’s the best. It definitely makes any “nap-time woes” worth it.

7. They ruin your furniture.
The more teeth babies grow, the more destructive they get. Luckily, man-cub J only has two teeth, but I know more are coming and that books, cords, and boxes will suffer from it.

8. They follow you around.
Man-cub J learned how to crawl just over a month ago. People told me that I would love my freedom once he learned how to crawl, but really, I feel like I’ve gained more freedom. I can walk into another room and call his name and have him follow me instead of having to pick him up and carry him room to room. My back thanks me. Or, I guess, him.

9. They’re cute as ever.
I really believe that puppies and babies are the cutest creatures in the whole world. I honestly don’t know which are cuter. They both just reek of cuteness.

10. They love you unconditionally.
I am not a perfect mother. Not even close. But even though I screw up every day, my baby still loves me. He still smiles when he sees me. He still follows me around from room to room. He still gives me hugs and slobbery kisses. It gives me hope that I’m doing something right. It makes me grateful that I get to be his mama.