The last few weeks for me have been exhausting to say the least. Especially with baby number three being thrown into the mix. When people ask me, Oh do you hope it’s a girl?” My not so humble reply is, “Yes! I’m so tired of being a boy mom I need a change!”
I thought about how my boys may feel had they heard their emotionally unfiltered mama bolt out these words. My thought process then was to ask myself, “What’s so bad about being a boy mom?” My answer to that question would have to be nothing for 10,000 please!
In doing our review of how our boys are growing upward, outward and inward, my husband and I often have to stop and process through all the things that make us mad to get to the things that are great about our growing boys. Now that is real parenting huh?! This made me want to reach farther and write down all the joys of being a boy mom that would remind me of the blessings they are to me. We’ve been through a lot as boy and mama and I want them to know that nothing they ever do or say can change my mind about how over the hills in love I am with them.
My blessings. I can’t help but recollect those bad days when I’m frustrated and at my whits end and a little warm body comes to snuggle me at the kitchen sink with whispers that mama is the best. Or the times I look up to see a young man running toward me in distress.
My blessings are surely the one’s who make me yell and scream, maybe even tug my strands at times. But my blessings are also the one’s who come to my rescue with a song of God’s love when my heart is aching.
My blessings are the pleases and thank you’s unexpectedly. The smiles with missing teeth. The middle of the night call to be protected from fevers. My blessings are the spilled kool-aid 3 times on my well mopped kitchen floor from dying eggs at Easter.
My blessings pour tight hugs on me just because. I chose this picture to represent my blessings because they are flawed, sweet young men whose hearts belong to mama, whose love is motivated by God.
When I can see my boys playing quietly together it is such a blessing. When I can hear them say a whole verse of scripture is a blessing.
Bikes with no training wheels waiting to be conquered bless me. Love notes to the greatest mama in the universe smell so sweet.
The opportunities to walk alongside of them in difficulty means more to me.
Being a boy mom takes courage to me. To have had to look my sin in the face and to remind them that I will sin and their trust should be in Jesus; for them at young to be so forgiving and loving is my blessing.
I used to often wonder why God gave me boys. And my testimony of faith is that I was a useless whimp without them. They have truly taught me the meaning of strength and courage, faith and wisdom. They have truly taught me the meaning of standing firm to see the Lord’s Salvation.
I often write about the trials and tribulation of mamahood, but truthfully the trials and tribulation of training a child and nurturing them into adults are what make motherhood special.
This post is not meant to be one with structure and poise but one filled with random meaningful ramblings of how being a mother of boys is a blessing.
The strong-willed, tree climbing, accident prone, big baby cryer, mama butt smackin, smart mouth havin, silly joke lovin, mess cravin, faith growing, sticky cheek, hungry man-eating, noise makin, bug pickin, boy. That’s my blessing.
This morning I was not feeling very well and my hubby and Kid Hero blessed me by letting me sleep. My Kid Hero Got himself all ready for school and took care of me before we set out to the bus. What a huge blessing!
I’m so grateful for my boys, to believe like they believe, to love like they love, to see God the way they do is absolutely amazing!
One day some parents brought their children to Jesus so he could touch and bless them. But the disciples scolded the parents for bothering him.
When Jesus saw what was happening, he was angry with his disciples. He said to them, “Let the children come to me. Don’t stop them! For the Kingdom of God belongs to those who are like these children. I tell you the truth, anyone who doesn’t receive the Kingdom of God like a child will never enter it.” Then he took the children in his arms and placed his hands on their heads and blessed them. -Mark 10:13-16
Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him. Children born to a young man are like arrows in a warrior’s hands. How joyful is the man whose quiver is full of them! He will not be put to shame when he confronts his accusers at the city gates. -Psalm 127: 3-5
The tears we cry as mama’s wanting the best for our boys, the prayers we lift up for them to acknowledge God as their savior, the frustrations we pour out onto journal pages, the nights we just want them to see how much we love them, the sweat that pours from chasing them up and down the stairs, the stories we read when nobody feels well, the noses we wipe when ours needs it too, the hours we work to see them flourish as believers, fathers, and husbands, the hands we hold just because, the smiles we seek that make our day; The tough times and heartache, the good times and gathering all remind me that they are my blessings and that they are fearfully and wonderfully made.
Some times I forget to look at my purpose in their lives and sometimes when I look I see that I was never better suited to be their mama.
Being a boy mom is the most precious my mom says, ” when they get older they will come back and bless your life two times over, after all the stress they take you through.”
Be encouraged dear boy mama, that you are a wonderful part of God’s plan in their life and that they are a wonderful part of his. Make it count. Pour your sweat and tears into how you raise them. Let the battlefield of boy be your mission.
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