There is something very special about the bond between mothers and sons. I didn’t realize how special it was until I become a mother to a baby boy. And when I look back at my pregnancy, I can’t believe I was worried.
Like most expectant mothers when asked if I wanted a boy or a girl, I said, “I don’t care what I have so long as the baby is healthy.” And I meant it. But I have to confess: I really wanted a girl.
Before I knew what I was having – I had a dream. I remember waking up and shouting “It’s a girl!” I was so excited, I had visions of mother/daughter shopping sprees and painting each other’s nails and playing with dolls. For the next few weeks, I wandered through children department stores looking at dresses and skirts and little pink bows. Shopping for little girls was so much fun.
Three days before my 30th birthday, I walked into my sonogram appointment hand in hand with my husband. We were anxious to know the sex of our first child. When the clinician told us we were having a boy – my husband couldn’t stop smiling and there were tears in his eyes. He was going to have someone to throw the football around with.
I cried too. I was happy, grateful that I was having a healthy baby boy. But I was scared. What would I do with a boy? How could I possibly bond with my son? I’m as girly girl as they come. I don’t play sports, watch sports or understand sports. Roller coasters scare me and I don’t like getting my hands dirty. I don’t care about cars or play video games. I can’t even ride a bike. I worried that being a boy mom wouldn’t be fun for me and that my son would think I was the world’s dullest mother.
And then Norrin was born. The older he gets, the stronger our bond becomes. And it has nothing to do with any of the things that I worried about. When he reaches for my hand, I know that I am the only mother for him. Norrin and I just have a great time together. He makes me laugh like I’ve never laughed before. I love playing with cars and sword fighting. I don’t mind that he wants to wrestle or play catch. And he doesn’t mind that I can’t throw a ball to save my life. And now I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like if I wasn’t a boy mom. And you know what else? Shopping for boy clothes is just as much fun.
It’s Mother’s Day weekend and I asked my favorite mom bloggers to share what they love about motherhood and raising boys.