Being A Boy Mom Ruined Me - Boy Mom... Send Help!

I didn’t know that the day I got married, God would give us four boys.

Here I am now, sixteen years later…ruined.

Every Sunday when I walk into church, there is someone running ahead to open the door.

Every shopping day there is a much taller person than I to reach the top shelves.

Every project that requires more muscles than I can muster, there is a strong arm willing to lend its aid.

Every time I go through a dark parking lot after realizing I forgot one item on the grocery list, there is a bodyguard.

Every time I cry there is a loving arm around me, ensuring I am okay without saying a word.

Every time I slump on the couch with exhaustion because my body is worn out from housework there is someone willing to pick up the tasks.

Every time I struggle to find the right screw in the hardware store there is someone to direct me to the correct aisle.

Every time a show comes on where they know I might cry there is someone to turn the channel quicker than I can ask.

Every time they know I am hurt over someone’s unkind words there is someone to jump to my defense.

Every time I attempt to pick up an object that looks much heavier than it actually is there is someone running to take it from my hands.

So, Yes, having boys has ruined me in the best possible way!

I am absolutely and positively spoiled!

So Boy Mama, the next time a passerby acts as though he feels sorry for you for having a house full of boys just let them know that they may ruin the carpets and the furniture with tears and stains but the way they have ruined you, you will be forever grateful for.

And the next time you hear of a young mom announcing that she is having a son, give her a big hug and let her know that the life she knows now is about to be ruined and that she will love every second of it.