Being a Boy Momma

Lately, it seems a day doesn't go by that someone doesn't make some sort of a comment about little boys.
"Oh, I'm so glad I have girls. How do you do it?"
"I really hope our next one is a girl. Boys are too much trouble."
"How do you have enough energy to chase a toddler boy around all day?"

Yes, all three of those statements have actually been said.

The truth is, I love being a boy mom. Sure, there's lots of dirt under his fingernails on any given day. And he'd rather play in rain puddles (barefoot) than sit quietly playing with dolls. He picks up worms and bugs and everything else that he thinks will make Momma squeal and squirm.

But all those things aside, he is so, so, so very sweet. And we are so proud to call him ours.

 

 

Sure, he's a rascal. He's been known to run from me in Target (cough cough, this afternoon). He begs for Dum Dums and he hates veggies. He kisses girls, on the lips, in front of their daddies. Brave little Bear.

 

 

But he is my precious little boy, and I wouldn't want it any other way. I'll take the dirt under the fingernails any day as he showers me in kisses. The way his eyes light up when Daddy gets home completely melts our hearts. I see the relationship my brothers have with our Mom and know that his wife's chocolate pie will never hold a light to mine. And he'll always, always be my little boy (even when he's taller than me in a few months).

 

Being a boy momma challenging, sure. But parenting is challenging as a whole, no matter the gender of the child. Every child is a blessing, a gift, and we couldn't be happier with ours.
Love you, Bear Clayton.