On Being a Boy Mommy

I am a "boy mommy".  I've only ever had boys, and honestly I never imagined having a girl.  I've loved every moment of being Chris and Tim's mom.

Growing up I had a sister and a brother, which really didn't prepare me for the boys.

I've learned some things about boys:

When they are two they will tell you that you are as pretty as a princess.
At four they will tell you how smart you are.
At thirteen they will tell you that you don't know anything.
At twenty they will be shocked by how much you actually know.

At about age six their pyro gene will kick in.
At ages ten and thirteen, neither one will be able to tell you how the toilet seat got a burn mark on it.

During their infancy you will tell them what good boys they are when they burp or otherwise expel gas.
At age two they will announce that they have burped or in another way expelled gas.
At age ten they will compete at burping and expelling gas.
At age sixteen they will burp or expel gas at one another.

You will insist that your boys will never play with guns.
At age three they will bite their toast into the shape of a gun and shoot at their sibling.
At age eleven you will discover bb's in your living room wall and a hole in the window, they will deny any knowledge.  You will point out that the beveling in the glass indicates that the bb was shot inside the house.
At age fourteen they will swear they have no idea how the squirrel on the fence managed to have a pink bottom, clearly someone else in the neighborhood has pink paint balls as well.

At two they will squeal at the fantastic job you did making their dinosaur costume.
At age five they will hug you for making the fierce pirate costume.
At age seven they will declare that Dracula needs blood and the cape is cool.
At age nine they will decline to wear any costume you make, ever again.
At age twenty they will ask if you can help them with a costume to impress a girl.

At age eighteen months they  will announce that they "lub you".
At age eight they will ask you not to hug them in public.
At age thirteen they will announce that they "hate" you.
At age nineteen they will hug, kiss and tell you they love you in public.

So, if you can survive the gas, guns, fire and hate words, you will find on the other end, that boys are amazing to raise.

I love being a boy mommy!