Being the mom of only boys means I've had to embrace (or work toward embracing) several things....
1. There will be lots of rough play. I've got to get used to it. Boys don't like to play with Barbies, they like to take Barbie and dunk her in the toilet.
2. Building off #1...wrestling is here to stay. I'm not sure if Gavin and Dylan will have a choice in that matter.
3. If I want to be more than the cook and maid to them, I've got to get involved in their rough play and sports. I'm not really the "team mom" type of person, but guess I'm going to have to suck it up and do it!
4. Mark and I have a high probability of ending up in a nursing home someday. They like to call them "retirement communities" these days, but still the same thing. Girls take care of their family/parents, boys take care of their wives'. (Steve and Joan, don't worry....you can live with us if you want someday. We will be one big Brady bunch...my parents, you guys, and us :)
5. The bathroom is an undesirable place when there is a house full of boys. Splatter. I'll leave it at that.
6. This list could go on and on, but I'll finish it off with a story....
The other day Gavin whispered in my ear, "I have a girl friend." I asked him her name and he said "Sara." He then proceeded to tell me that Issiah loved Sara. So, I asked him if he loved Sara and this was his reply: "No Mommy, I'm only in love with you."
MELT....................MY.....................HEART!
So although having boys means all of the above, it also means being the first love of two of the most handsome, smart, outgoing, and rambunctious boys I will ever know.
On the funny side, my sister-in-law Shelley sent me this awesome article the other day that I knew was blog-worthy when I read it. It is written from the perspective of a mother of boys to her future daughter-in-laws. It.is. FUNNY!
Mom's of Boys are Jealous Shrews....So Here's a Contract For Your Son's Future Wife