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Being a boy mom.

Being a boy mom means dirty hands, and stained clothes.
It means a sweet snuggle, and a fart aimed directly at your face.
It means constantly feeling like either your head, or heart will explode at any moment.
  Being a boy mom means hugging them, even on the hard days when they've been the most difficult. It means loving them even when they turn your house upside down. It means showing them that even in this scary world, your love is unconditional, unfaltering, unending.
  Being a boy mom means knowing the brink of sanity. It means spending the day cleaning up messes with a dinosaur sticker on your butt while hearing the giggles of the children as you leave the room.
  Being a boy mom means turning a blind eye as they live life on the dangerous side, and trying hard to breathe as they take off on a 4 wheeler yelling "go faster!"
Being a boy mom is laying in the floor for 30 minutes, waiting on "the flash" to save you because in the middle of his rescue mission he decided he had to poop.
  Being a boy mom means cleaning pee off the back of the toilet seat. It means quietly whispering "what is THAT" over and over as you clean their room.  It means refusing to ever clean it again after the horrific things you found, even though you'll do it again next week.
  Being a boy mom means cleaning the tub and wondering how they got that dirty when they literally stayed in the house all day long.
  Being a boy mom means finding mixtures of spagettios and kool-aid on the kitchen table after lunch, and threatening to make them eat it. It means regretting that decision when they tell you they tried it already.
Being a boy mom means saying things like "get your had off your wiener!" and "are you sure you wiped your butt?" and "That is inappropriate" on repeat every single day.
Its snuggles, and slobbery kisses, and finding toys in compromising positions.
 Being a boy mom is not for the faint at heart. It's a dirty job... but someone's got to do it.
Being a boy mom is the best job I've ever had, and I am glad I get to do it every day. I love my sweet stinky messy loving disgusting baby boys more than anything in this world.

Comments

  1. JustOneMamaDecember 25, 2019 at 4:49 PM

    I absolutely love your boys but gracious, I am so glad to be a (mostly) girl mom 😂

    ReplyDelete
  2. ShannonJanuary 1, 2020 at 11:35 PM

    I raised 3 boys boy do I know.

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