Mama To All Boys

I have been thinking of my role as a mom to all boys.

When I had our second son, people would say things like, "Maybe you'll get a girl next time."

Or worse, they'd look at me with a sympathetic look and say, "Aw, honey, better luck next time."

They didn't get it.

They assumed that I wanted a girl. They never stopped to think that maybe I liked being a mom to boys.

Then Zane came along. The comments intensified. "You need to try again." "There's a girl in there somewhere." "Keep trying."

When I tried to explain that it was my desire to have four boys, I got looks that said they really didn't believe me. One lady actually said to me, "I understand. You're saying that so you're not disappointed if you don't get a girl."

I get it now:

I won't be able to explain it. I won't be able to put into words the warm feelings I feel in my heart when I think of my four little guys. They won't understand that raising boys is fun, adventurous, dangerous. They won't feel the sense of seriousness I feel when I think of raising Godly men, fathers, leaders. They won't understand how good it feels to have little guys offering to protect me when they think I'm scared or fight for me when they think I've been wronged.

But...

I'm feeling those feelings.

I'm enjoying my boys.

I'm having a hard time keeping up with their energy, but I am laughing most of the way!

(And I have one friend that does understand a bit. She actually said she feels a small twinge of jealousy when she thinks of me as the queen of my home. It's the first and possibly the last time I may ever hear that, but I'll take it! You know who you are...and thanks for those words.)