I mentioned the other day that the most frequent question we (well,more me I think) were getting from people was whether or not we are disappointed that we are having another boy.
People who barely know us have given looks of what seems like sympathy when we say we are having another boy. People have asked whether we are planning for a third baby, despite the fact that we haven’t even welcomed our second yet. And if I here one more time how much more fun it is to buy little girl clothes, I might scream (not that I don’t agree…but seriously. Who bases their excitement on having a baby on buying clothes?).
For several weeks with this baby, I thought that I might be having a girl. Just because of the differences in the early stages of pregnancy. I didn’t even really think too much about having another boy and did do a lot of looking at little girl clothes, car seats and bedding.
But somewhere after around week 15 my mind started to change. I started to feel more like maybe, just maybe, I’d be welcoming another sweet boy into the world. I follow a lot of mama’s who are raising just boys and their stories of the bonds between brothers melt my heart. Noah’s energetic and adventurous and full of energy. He’s into super heroes and action figures and cars and sports. He is a barrel of energy 99.9% of the time (the other .1% is the time in which he sleeps). The idea of him having a best friend..a buddy…a playmate to entertain him, share stories with, and burn energy with makes my mama heart excited.
And much like Mandi mentioned when she wrote a similar post about raising boys, I truly feel like the world is lacking in good guys. I lucked out when I married my husband and scored a man who is both humble and strong willed. One who isn’t afraid to help in the kitchen and one who loves to get his hands dirty in the yard. He’s everything that I want my sons to be. And as a mother, there is so much that I want to teach them.
I want to raise boys with a work ethic and morals. Boys who aren’t afraid to chase after their dreams. Boys who have big ambitions and drive and desire to accomplish things in life. I want to raise boys into men who respect women and know how to treat them. Men who love their wives and their children and respect what family is supposed to be. Men who keep their word and contribute to our society. Men with strong conviction and courage. Raising God fearing men who know their place in the family is important to me; and I think that’s why I’ve been chosen to raise these boys.
So even though I may not get to browse the dresses and frilly underwear or spend a small fortune on hair bows, I’m over the moon excited about being a boy mama. I have no sense of disappointment or regret or sadness or whatever people think I’m supposed to feel that this baby is a boy.
Because I know that I’m being blessed with two boys for a reason.
And I have the fullest intention of taking advantage of that responsibility.