Easter Sunday was a couple of weeks ago, and as always, it made me wish I had a daughter. Those adorable little dresses and hats and purses just do it to me every time. Growing up, my mom always made me elaborate Easter dresses (some bordering on ridiculous), complete with pinafore, pantaloons, gloves, hat, and purse. There’s just something special about an Easter dress.
The other 364 days of the year? You can keep your daughters. I’ll take a houseful of boys.
I haven’t always felt this way. When I was pregnant with my first child, I was sure it was a girl. In fact, I told everyone I knew that I was having a girl, and that’s just the way it was going to be. There was no other option.
Except that there actually was another option. Despite my declarations to the contrary, we were having a little boy. (Trust me, our son made it very clear that he was a boy during our ultrasound.) What the heck was I going to do with a boy?
What I was going to do, as it turned out, was have more fun than I could ever imagine. Boys are awesome! They are funny, loud, hyper, crazy, and silly. They don’t hand you things; they throw them at you. They don’t take bites of food; they shove the whole thing in their mouths. They don’t have an inside voice. Boys are amazing little balls of energy that will wear you out physically, while at the same time refreshing you with their take on the world.
The bond between a mother and son is an interesting thing. Us “boy-moms” have to find ways to channel that energy into productive activities. We have to take all that raw enthusiasm and refine it. We have to teach our little men how to be gentle without being weak. (We also clean a lot of pee off of the toilet seat, but that’s a different article altogether.)
In return, we get to see our boys at their most vulnerable, with their guards down. My son loves his daddy, but when he’s hurt, or sick, or he’s had a nightmare, he wants his mommy. And we mothers of sons cherish those moments. It’s not that we want our sons to feel badly, it’s just that we know those times are rare. I am secretly a little grateful when he has a fever, because that usually means he wants to snuggle. When he’s well, he’s far too busy to sit down and cuddle with mommy.
In early 2010, we found out we were expecting our second child. This time around, I wanted a little boy. I got my wish, and our second boy joined the family last October. My boys love each other dearly, and they are somehow already finding ways to get into trouble together. (Side note: pray for our dogs.)
I get asked all the time if we are going to try for a girl next. If we have another child, and that child is a girl, I know that I will love her with every fiber of my being, and I’ll get to experience a whole new side of parenting. But I don’t feel like I’m missing out by not having a daughter. My sons add so much joy to my life that I truly don’t feel like I am lacking anything. I am happy to be a mom of boys, and if boys are all we ever have, that’s okay with me.
Maybe the dog would look good in an Easter dress.
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Crystal Paschal is our regular Entertainment Contributor bringing you all the juicy celeb gossip and TV/movie info that you love. When she’s not watching TV (most often of cartoon nature because of her kids), she writes on her blog at MomForLess.com.
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