Mommy of a Boy

There's no doubt about it, I'm the mommy of a little boy. Despite my 100% feminine nature, having a son has toughened me up just enough to make mud pies in the backyard, play with dinosaurs that eat other dinosaurs, and instead of screaming at the sight of a bug, letting it crawl onto a piece of paper so my inquisitive little boy can examine it. None of this is in my nature. I was born with glitter in my veins. My idea of a perfect world is one without spiders, where mud never gets on my clothes, and every pair of shoes I own is sparkly.

The day I discovered my first child would be a boy, I was blown away. I spent many a sleepless night wondering, "How on earth am I going to raise him? What do I know about cars, sports, and superheroes?" The day he was born all those doubts and worries vanished. I didn't have to know all the names of Thomas & His Friends, I just had to love my baby. And looking into his perfect little face, all the love in the world wasn't enough to explain how I felt about him.

As my little boy has grown, I've learned a lot more about cars. Not all the specs and mechanisms of the engine, but how to push them across a carpet while saying. "vroooom! vroom!!" I've learned it doesn't matter if it's a baseball, basketball, football, or red plastic ball from the drugstore, each is just as fun to throw back and forth in the yard. Superheroes are pretty cool, and I now know all about the Avengers and Batman (which has done far more for my marriage than my mommy skills). And yes, I also know all the names of Thomas & His Friends, my personal favorite being Gordon.

I know that my future daughters will come and when they do, my tea set and sparkly pink shoes will be ready. For now, I'm perfectly happy enjoying every minute I get to spend digging in sandboxes, spinning in circles til we can't stop giggling, and playing with the best little boy in the world. Still not a fan of spiders, though.