I have three children now. Boys. Three boys. And a husband. Also a boy. And a dog…you guessed it, boy. All boys in my house.
I’m incredibly outnumbered, and I know I’m not the only mom who has ever been in this place. I know there are moms who have way more boys in their homes than I do. And honestly, even one little boy can be a lot to handle sometimes. (this is not to say that only one little girl, or a gaggle of girls, isn’t a lot to handle. I just don’t know. Because, you know, I have boys.)
I always pictured myself as a mom of girls. I don’t know why; it might have had something to do with the fact that I am a girl and I am comfortable with all things girl. Apparently, that was not God’s plan for me!
What’s so great about being a boymom?
- Grooming is soooo easy. Wash. Comb Hair. Cut Nails. Brush Teeth. Done. No braids, bows, ponytails, detanglers, accessories, nail polish, etc. Getting dressed? Piece of cake. Pants? Check. T-shirt? Check. Does it coordinate? They don’t care. (Again, maybe this is true for little girls, too. I don’t have any.)
- Toys are very interchangeable. With the exception of small Legos, almost any toy the biggest and middle boy are playing with is acceptable for the baby to play with, and despite their five year age difference, the other two play together easily. Star Wars and Super Heroes are always age appropriate.
- Brothers have a special bond. I am amazed watching how they teach each other, care for each other, and help each other. I don’t remember being this way with my brother. I think there is something special about brothers and I can’t wait to see them with their littlest brother once he becomes more mobile. They are already awesome with him.
- Everything is funny. Just let someone pass gas or say the word poop (or for our two-year-old right now, “booty”) and it’s OVER. They won’t stop laughing for at least 20 minutes. And their laughs are downright infectious. You can’t have a bad day when you’re listening to them roll on the floor and laugh.
- They always want to protect and care for you. YOU are their princess and they will save you no matter what. You are always the most beautiful girl in the world to them, and they want nothing more than to make you happy. They are little romantics when it comes to their mommies! Just last night my middle son told me he was going to come mow my lawn when I get old.
Yes, they are loud and messy sometimes (okay, ALL the time, really). They think gross things are hilarious and they have some sort of radar for the tiniest area of dirt to dig in. But, they also want to take care of their mommies. They’ll rub your back or your hair, bring you a pillow, make you a picture, or carry out some other sort of sweet gesture to make you smile.
Raising boys is important work. They are the next generation of husbands and fathers. Teaching them to leave behind what’s become “acceptable” for male behavior and that it’s okay to have feelings, to be honest and vulnerable and respectful, to lend a hand instead of always trying to get ahead, to care for others, to value kindness over money or athletic prowess is hard work. Work that I cannot possibly do under my own strength – many days they are simply too much for me, and I am trying hard to pause and ask Jesus for help loving them even when they are difficult.
In my boys’ bathroom, I have a sign reminding them to “Be Men of Courage” (inspired by 1 Corinthians 16:13). You can purchase it or similar signs HERE when she restocks. My hope is that it helps them remember to do what is right and not just what it easy. I also use Praying for Boys: Asking God for the Things They Need Most by Brooke McGlothlin as a guide to praying scripture over my sons. I don’t even think they know I do this. (You can find it HERE.)
I know that these years go fast and I should want them to slow down. But I also know that although I’ll only have little boys for a while, I’ll always have three knights in shining armor, ready to take the recycling out for me, help me with chores, or just give me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek.
It’s not how I ever imagined parenthood would look, but I wouldn’t trade these three for anything in the world, and I wear my boymom status proudly. There will be new experiences for me as the mom of three boys, and I look forward to the day they might give me beautiful daughters-in-law or granddaughters, but for now I am going to soak up their sloppy kisses and belly laughs and be thankful for the brothers who live in my home.
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