Monday, April 28, 2014

Being a Mom of Boys

I actually never imagined having all boys. I always wanted 2 girls and 2 boys. (There was that crazy year after watching "Cheaper By The Dozen" {the original one} that I wanted 12 but I quickly got over that.) Then there were those ultrasounds. The first one revealed a boy, then the second one revealed another boy, then the third one said the same thing (and I will admit I went home and cried), and then there was the last one, my last hope, and walking into that room I already knew that it was another boy. And even though I really wanted a girl, there was a sense of relief that I didn't have to learn all this new stuff- because at this point, I know boys. I will admit that I am not the person that likes getting all dirty and touching all these crazy insects that they keep bringing me. But to see the pure joy that they have while playing in mud, bringing me crazy bugs, and being rough makes me happy. But it also brings a lot of responsibility. Because there are four boys that have to learn how to be strong Christian men in a crazy world, how to be good church leaders, how to be good husbands, how to be good fathers, and how to be good friends. It is huge. And it is hard. There are days that I really wonder if we are doing a good job. But then there will be these moments that let you know that you are doing a good job. And there are the moments that you realize that they are watching and listening to everything you say and do. Which makes it an even greater responsibility that you make sure they know that you are not all talk. You have to walk the walk and talk the talk. And you have to be willing to admit failure to them. They need to see that. But you also have to shield them from people who will take their problems with you out on them. And it is sad when you have to do that. And in shielding them from some things you also have to let them see others. You can't properly prepare them to go out in the world if you completely shield them from it. 

I wouldn't trade being the mom of boys for anything. They are complete joys while also being complete terrors at times. And while the responsibility is great there is also honor in knowing that you were chosen by God to raise these boys. 

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