I’ll be honest, when I first decided to title this post I kind of snickered. Obviously at first glance it looks like “mob” and when I was younger I was just so convinced that my dad was a mobster. (Please note that he is not, in fact, a mobster). See, he teaches film studies and from time to time did movies that were based on the mob, and so he would know random (to me) facts about organized crime in general as it related to specific movies. However, since I was in middle school I didn’t know the difference and just thought he was a gangster.
Have y’all heard of the M.O.B. Society? It stands for “Moms of Boys,” and since I am unabashedly a boy mom I kind of flipped from excitement when I first found out about this amazing site. Before we had kids I was just so convinced we would have girls, and so everything I thought of and prepared my heart for initially was to have daughters around. Now that we have Weston, though, I just cannot imagine having anything but boys forever and ever amen. Granted if we have a daughter (or more!) I will be completely overjoyed; either way I’m going to love the socks off of those kids. But I’m finding out that there is a lot that I don’t know about boys.
Of course all of my experiences are based solely on my one little guy, but I can’t help but think there’s a reason that BOY rhymes with JOY. The utter zest for life is amazing, and I love that he already loves dirt and rocks and climbing and loud, barking dogs. I love that he will stand up in the bathtub and bellow with his chest sticking out. He stands so tall, inherently confident, and there’s minimal drama. I know there are girls out there that are drama-free, but let’s be honest here: most of them (us) kind of thrive on it at times.
I love that Wes doesn’t need a bunch of cute clothes and that I don’t feel guilty if we just go to the store in our PJ’s together. I love that he doesn’t really have to match and that the number of frilly pink things in our closets is still a big fat zero. I get overly crazy ga-ga over amazingly sweet finds from companies like Of One Sea – especially when I can plan out both Nate and Weston’s adorable matching surf-inspired outfits (they have no choice). I may not love frilly pink things, but matchy father-son stuff. Heart puddle, all over the floor.
I love that I’m the girl in his life and will be for a long time. And I get kind of worked up, a blend equal parts anxious/angry/sad, to think that one day there will be a girl that will come before me. It’s natural and I want him to experience marriage in the way that Nate and I have, but he’s my baby. Honestly it gives me a whole new respect for my mother-in-law and the grace with which she has let me become Nate’s main girl (thanks Janet!). This sweet, laid-back, strong, smart, handsome and hilarious dude just knocks my socks off every day.
It was like God created me, in all of my girl-ness, to be the mom of a boy, of THIS precious little boy, and I am so thankful once again that my own plans and dreams have taken a backseat to a bigger and better plan. It’s amazing, every second of motherhood, and I am so excited to keep learning more about how to raise up a warrior for God!
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