Being a boymom is right for me, so I’m not ‘trying’ for a girl
After I got married, I always pictured being a mom of two boys. I can’t say why that is, but that’s always the way I saw my family shaping up for some reason. Fast forward five years later and here I am—the mother of two beautiful boys.
I joke that my husband xeroxed himself, because they both look exactly like him. And I mean exactly. I did the heavy lifting, and he got beautiful little mini-me’s. I guess it’s okay because he’s handsome and quite the catch, if I’m being honest, so I hope my boys can be like him someday.
When we found out my first baby was a boy, people would say things like, “That’s good, at least it takes the pressure off of giving your husband a son.” Those same people must not have been paying attention in school because it’s the man who determines the sex of the baby. (But that is a lesson for another day).
When we found out our second child was a boy, I can’t even tell you how many people said to me, “That’s great! Are you going to try for a girl?” I don’t know how you even “try” for a girl. I think if someone cracked the code on how to determine your baby’s sex naturally, they’d probably be a billionaire.
But from the beginning, we always knew we wanted two children. We felt like that was a complete family for us—boys, or girls, or one of each, it didn’t matter. Healthy was all that mattered.
We feel comfortable with playing man-on-man vs. zone defense. A family of four has always felt right to us. We don’t need a girl to complete our family. I don’t need bows and ballet lessons. I don’t need pigtails and pink rooms. I’m happy being the proud mom of two healthy little men.
I love my boys. I wear the #boymom badge of honor with pride.
My boys love their mama.
My boys inspire my inner child.
My boys expect me to reach to the deepest part of my imagination to tell them a story.
My boys make me love activities I didn’t necessarily love growing up—like playing ghostbusters and catching worms.
Boys clothes are SO cute. I mean a bowtie and suspenders on a toddler, or a track suit on an infant. I meannnnnnnn! ⧓
My boys are big time snugglers.
My son potty trained pretty easily (and using public restrooms are a breeze with boys!)
My boys ask me to marry them.
My boys tell me that I look beautiful when I need to hear it most.
And maybe most importantly, boys will eventually become men. So, we need to raise them right. We need to show them how to be men—gentlemen.
Educate them, so they are smart, good people. Lead by example, so they are respectful to their friends, teachers and eventually partners and bosses.
It’s a big responsibility—especially in today’s climate. So here I am, a proud boy mom, teaching love and compassion to her sons. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.