Please Welcome our first guest Mom! She is the mother of two amazing little men, The Meant-To-Be Mom
I’ve always wanted to be a mom. Played house, nurtured baby dolls, gawked at babies in the mall. When I finally got pregnant for the first time I just assumed I’d have a girl. I’ve always been a girly-girl myself and pictured that perfect little pink bundle. Here I am 5 years later with two boys! I remember thinking the day I found out that my oldest was a boy, “What do I do with boys? How do I change their diaper with that pee-pee in the way? Are boy clothes even any fun?” I didn’t think I could be a good mom to a boy.
I was wrong.
Having boys has been an absolute joy…a little nutty, but still a joy. When I pictured having a boy, I pictured the stereotype — even though I know every child is different. You know that stereotype: hyper-active, loves sports, macho. My experience has been much different than I expected, but that makes me love it and them even more. My sons love what most boys do: Star Wars, cars, trains, super heroes — but they also love My Little Pony, sparkles, the color pink and are fascinated by my make up bag. My husband and I are very supportive of our boys loving whatever it is that they love. We will happily buy them a Disney Princess play set as much as we are happy to buy them a basketball. It’s become very important to us allow our kids to be who they are not box them into what we thought a boy should be. Not box them into that stereotype I thought I was getting.
Both of my boys have been very loving and attached to me. Only recently has my 5 year old seemed to prefer his Daddy over me. (My 2 year old still wants me all the time. Yay!!) I always heard people say, “Boys love their mommy’s,” and I’d have to agree. There really is a special bond between a mother and a son. My boys don’t have to be the “macho” boys I thought they would need to be. They can be loving, affectionate and sensitive AND still be boys. They both love to “use the force” or pretend to spray webs like Spiderman on my husband. They have epic sword fights around the house. But they also both have special stuffed animals that they are attached to and carry around all day. My oldest has a stuffed monkey with a Santa hat and scarf, lovingly named Christmas Monkey. My youngest has a Winnie the Pooh. They kiss them and treat them like babies to take care of. They love to fight over who’s going to push them in their play stroller. It makes me proud to have nurturing, paternal boys.
With all that said, nothing could have quite prepared me for amount of fart noises, actual farts or boogers that have entered my every day life. Oh well. Boys will be boys.
The Meant-To-Be Mom
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