God gave me a boy so I could remember the joys of pretending & playing in the dirt

Despite being a girl mom for seven years when we had our first boy, I admit [transparently] that I rarely got down in the mud & really,
r e a l l y enjoyed playing make believe. It wasn’t until I had a little toddling boy saying “momma play wit me” that something changed.

It’s like having a boy, finally gave me permission to get dirty & not care about it.

It’s like having a boy, gave me permission to get dirty & not care about it. I no longer felt like I had to worry about being judged if my kid’s face [or mine] was covered in dirt. I could finally be fully emerged in being a “boy mom” because ya know, ‘boys will be boys’.

God gave me a boy so my heart could expand [even] more than I could have imagined

     I love our daughter more than life itself yet there is something about that momma-son bond that I can’t adequately put into words. The love that exists in that space is really kind of indescribable.

My personal opinion is that it’s some kind of subconscious way of seeing our significant other at their most innocent version of themselves. And when we get to see that [sometimes forgotten] version of them through our children, we fall so hard in love with the kid + the parent at the same time that it produces an incredibly overwhelming love for them both- that it feels like our hearts will literally explode…Im sure there is some kind of Frued research on this topic. But whatever it is, the bond is undeniable.

God gave me a boy so I could love my husband deeper

           Which leads me to my next discovery, that I was given boys to learn new ways to love my husband. Raising sons has allowed me to see how the male mind works in a TOTALLY different way than the female. I now have the ability to see why my husband does things a certain way when I do them a completely different way.

The love that exists in that space is really kind of indescribable.

Not sure about your significant other but mine gets great joy out of annoying me until the point of frustration only to turn around and do something super sweet. I actually call him my “sour patch kid”. I tend to forget that a sweet, kind, loving man is always underneath all of that. As mentioned before – I get to not only see that sweeter man through our little boys but I am able to consciously look for it in my husband.

God gave me a boy so I could be a better “girl mom”

           I was a “girl mom” for seven years before we had our second kiddo & when we had our first boy somehow, something inside of me changed.

Maybe it was that I was older & had a slightly different perspective, but honestly I think it was more than that.

With a fairly feministic frame of mind, I didn’t realize how much I was encouraging our daughter to “act like a lady” in every aspect of her life. I didn’t realize • h o w • truthful “growing up too fast” becomes. Not only in the sense of time [especially with each subsequent child] but also from the view of point of maturity. That first “No mom, I don’t like princesses anymore. I’m not a baby” was like a dagger to the gut 😩

I decided I need to let her “just be a kid” more often

I started to notice that I was letting our boy get those goofy kid toys + clothes because well, um, he is adorable & his excitement for life is pretty hard to dismiss. Allowing him to get these things made space for me allow our almost 10 year old to stay a kid a little longer.

I decided I needed to let her “just be a kid” more often. Which meant swallowing my control & letting her get the gaudy backpack or whatever it may be, of •her choice• and|NOT MINE|.

To let her get the obnoxious stuffed animals + crazy patterned clothes. Because as much as I haaaate character merch [like any good mom does] + all that hideous tie-dyed colored crap, giving her the choice & autonomy in having those things will help {hopefully} lead her to finding out who she truly is and
.t h a t. is so important.

Having a boy has taught me that boys cry;

like – a lot

God gave me a boy so I could learn to break girl/boy stereotypes

            Our daughter has raced cars, she uses power tools, can wakeboard & play sports but she also loves to put on make up, wear fancy heels + paint her nails. Raising a girl to break stereotypes seems like a no brainer in this era that we live in. On the other hand, raising a little man to do the same seems to not be as socially applauded…YET.

Having a boy has taught me that boys cry; like – a lot. They are sensitive, need hugs & actually like having their nails painted + dressing up. So if our daughter can race cars, use a power drill & learn how a car works, then there is *|absolutely| no* reason why my son can’t have a passion to cook, help with laundry, wear a moisturizing lip gloss while toting a hand bag & give out {the best} hugs like free candy.

Without the experience of raising young men, I don’t think my mindset would have shifted so easily.

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God gave me a boy so I could learn to understand my mother in law’s perspective

             Literally up until I had a son, I never considered or really understood how it felt being in my mother-in-law’s shoes. Now that I have sons that will grow up & have their own family one day – I see things differently.

Before having a son, those thoughts •never• crossed my mind.

I fortunately have an amazing mother-in-law, but we are both human & from time to time can have differing opinions. Having a son has allowed me to pause in those disagreements or conflicts and think “Wait a minute. I will be in her place someday. How will I want to be treated? How would I want to respond to my son’s same situation as a mother?”

Before having a son, those thoughts •never• crossed my mind.

My response to those situations comes with a lot more grace + peace of mind than years before.

God gave me a boy so I could learn how to forgive someone faster than I could say “I Forgive You”

         Its amazing to me how one perfectly timed action, word or even look from your baby boy can make you literally melt into pieces and forget everything that happened only a few seconds earlier.

You realize that their love + passion for life is so great, that sometimes they just can’t control it

    Little boys have a sneaky way of doing things that they aren’t supposed to do. Whether it is climbing, jumping, aggressively pulling you to come play or even rummaging through an entire loaf of bread like a raccoon in the middle of the night. Yet, before you can breathe out that fire-filled breathe of discipline from anger, they can shift their sweet gaze at you & you can’t even move another inch in that angered thought because your heart literally melts at the cuteness. Sometimes it’s just the look or it’s one “I sorwwee, YOU OK? you feel better???” that breaks the frustration.
It’s in those moments I realize that their love and passion for life is so great, that sometimes they just can’t control it. Therefore the ability to forgive in a swift instant has been cultivated.

With such sweetness, comes big emotions & feelings accompanied with L O U D behavior almost all the time.

God gave me a boy because he knew I needed lessons in patience, love and tolerance

           With aforementioned reasons to forgive in the previous paragraph I am granted many opportunities |d a i l y| to practice patience, love + tolerance. With such sweetness comes big emotions & feelings accompanied with LOUD behavior almost all the time.

He is just trying his best, while loving life

BUT now that I have a boy and see all of that love & passion for life rolled into a destructive, repetitive tiny human. I am a lot more apt to PAUSE when I am agitated and see that he is just trying his best, while loving life.

God gave me a boy because he knew that it was
E X A C T L Y what I needed

            God knows what he is doing all of the time- I truly believe that. And I believe in my heart, that I NEEDED a daughter as our first child. She is truly my best friend. We have done some of the coolest things together.

He knew that a boy would fill my soul in a way that only a little boy can.

But god sure did know |exactly| what he was doing by giving us some of the sweetest + happiest boys on this planet. He knew that a boy would fill my soul in a way that only a little boy can.

He knew that it would be|exactly| what 》I《 needed and that by adding two amazing boys to our little trio, our family would become complete. 🖤