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Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that one day I would be the mother to an all-boy family. I have always loved pink, flowers, makeup, smelly lotions, skirts and dresses, pretty much all the typico
al girly things — so of course, I assumed that at least one of my future children would be a GIRL. Four boy babies later, I have come to the somewhat surprising realization that I am the only girl in a house full of boys — and that is how it will always be. I am a proud mother of sons.
“Little boys love their mamas,” is a phrase I hear often from strangers and friends alike. And happily, I have found it to be true. Little boys do love their mamas, and I can feel their protective love around me each time their little arms hug me, which is quite often. I am proud of my sons for being affectionate and loving to their mama.
A mother of all boys and no girls has it easy in a lot of ways if you think about it: I know anything pink in the laundry basket belongs to me, no one criticizes if my boys’ hair isn’t perfectly combed, people aren’t shocked to see a little boy with dirt on their faces or clothes, and I will never have to worry about matching hair bows to outfits. My boys love to play in the dirt, cry when it’s time to wash the dirt off in the bath, throw fits when I need to comb their hair, and insist upon wearing their same favorite T-shirts every day – clean or not. I am a proud mother of sons who make my life easier in simple, unexpected ways.
Nothing makes me prouder of my boys than to see and hear them express their brotherly love for each other. When I chance to overhear one say to the other, “You’re my best buddy,” or watch the older boys make sure the younger ones get down the slide safely at the playground, it brings joy to my heart to know my children care for each other. I am the proud mother of sons.
Many people look at me, surrounded by my boys, and are quick to express how they feel sorry for me and the hard “trial” it must be for me to raise so many boys. I am just as quick to set the record straight: I wouldn’t have it any other way. Raising boys ensures my life is full of love, affection, playful energy, and the frequent opportunities to realize that a little dirt and uncombed hair never hurt anyone. I am the proud mother of sons.