raising boys

‘They used to fit between my elbow and fingertips, now they tower over me like gentle giants. They fill my soul as I watch them love and adore the partners they do life with.’: Mom shares the joys of raising boys

“They used to fill their pockets with rocks, sticks, flowers, and bugs. They used to sing me silly songs, tell fart jokes, and dance like goofballs. Now, they blow me away with their insight and wisdom. Now, they are strong enough to carry me on their back, both literally and figuratively.”

‘Oh wow, three boys! Are you trying for a fourth to get a daughter?’ Strangers ask me this on a regular basis. I always stop and ask myself, ‘Why?’: Boy mom says ‘I wouldn’t change a thing’

“My days are filled with tripping over Matchbox cars, breaking up wrestling matches, searching for big sticks, laughing at poop jokes, and talking about sports. I’ll never be the mother of the bride. I’ll never walk my daughter down the aisle. But I can assure you, I’m not missing out on anything.”

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