Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Boy Mom: The Job I Never Knew I Wanted

I want to make it clear that I don't think one is any better than the other when it comes to having a boy or girl. 

I do, however, think having a boy is just right for me.

I feel like this is a safe place to share that long before I was pregnant with Henry I always thought I wanted a girl. Not only that, but I secretly thought if I found out I wasn't having a girl, I would be disappointed. I had nothing against boys, but I didn't know boy things. I am a crafty, cookie baking, home decorating girl, and I thought I wanted a little girl to share those things with. I wanted to paint flowers on her walls and put bows in her hair. I remember a friend of mine telling me once that she knew she wanted a boy from the start, and throughout her pregnancy she hated it when anyone discussed otherwise. I couldn't wrap my mind around that idea...and then Henry came along. 


I can honestly say that I sort of felt like I knew he was a boy from early in my pregnancy. I had dreams that I delivered a boy, and I only had a boy name picked out from the very start. I most definitely wasn't disappointed, but I had never held that baby in my arms. I didn't know how great it would be or how much I was capable of loving him. I could never have imagined the bond we share now. When the tech said we were having a boy it just confirmed what we already suspected, and we went and bought a baby ball cap just like his daddy's. My biggest concern at the time was decorating a boy room and figuring out how to deal with baby boy parts. I knew I loved him, but I could never in a million years have imagined how much.


Y'all, this boy...there could never be a more perfect boy for me. He is so sweet and rotten and smiley and stubborn. He has my short temper and the most contagious laugh. He loves to eat, runs everywhere, would live outside, and is a mama's boy in the very best way. He is my best buddy, and every single time he flashes those four little teeth at me I melt into a puddle. He is my shopping partner, laundry helper, and a stage-five clinger anytime I am in the kitchen. He is obsessed with books, loves our "kitty kitty", and has my whole entire heart.

There are not enough words in all the languages of the world to describe my love for him.


He is perfect for me (except maybe for that whole sleep-fighting thing), and I am so very thankful to be his mama. I get to stay home and spend my days with him, and even when those days are long that blessing is not lost on me. I wouldn't trade this time for anything, and if I could bottle it, I would. I am so thankful for a God who knows just what we need even when it is far from what we think we want. Girls are fun and precious, and someday I may have one, but I sure do love my sweet boy. 


-Katie

P.S. And for any soon-to-be boy mamas, those baby boy parts really aren't as scary as they may seem.


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