Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about how I am the only girl in our house … we have a 5 year old boy, two 1 year old boys, an angel boy and a husband. I am soooo out numbered.
When I was pregnant with the triplets, I was convinced at least one of them was a girl. The question was just how many. Jaden was so determined and excited to have a baby sister. He didn’t want brothers. I just felt so confident that there was a mix in there.
It didn’t seem real during the ultrasound that they were all boys. If I’m going to be honest, I shed a few tears. Not because I was upset to have all three boys. I cried because I was never going to have that special mother/daughter relationship that I now have with my mom. I wanted to know what if felt like from the mother perspective.
But here I am. God knows best, right? I’m starting to agree on the boy/girl question. First, if I had a daughter, I would have no money. It would all be spent on her wardrobe of tutus, slippers and fun bows/flower hats. Most of my friends who were pregnant around the same time as I was have girls. I just love spoiling them 🙂 The best part is that I won’t have to handle their emotional teenage years. I just get to the fun “aunt.”
Second, I am finding that the mother/son relationship is far more special than I could have ever imagined. The words “I love you mom” melt my heart. When Jaden buys me a small hair brush from his dollar store trip with Grandma, it makes my heart smile. When the babies wrap their pudgy arms around my neck in a hug I am in awe of the depth of pride I can feel.
I can’t remember if I shared this thought on the blog or not … so I’m going to again. With all of my prayers about having all boys and how did this fit into my life story, I began to understand just how important my job as a boy’s mom was. I have 3 (4) boys to raise to be the most amazing men who will one day take care of someone else’s daughter. I have the job of teaching them to respect, honor and praise women. My job is still about the daughters, just in a different way.
I take my job as mom seriously. I so badly want to teach my boys that emotions are ok. The answer isn’t (always) to hit. That gifts and thoughtfulness are necessarily in a romantic relationship. I want to raise my boys to be loving, christian men. My end goal is to raise boys who will be amazing husbands some day.
Seems like I’ve got my work cut out of me … first I think I need to focus on how not to throw your food on the floor during meal times 🙂