Boylife
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Being A Boy Mom Ruined Me
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…
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We Are Missing It
We Are Missing It We are so busy planning the outings And preparing the snacks, That we are missing it. We are consumed with the next vacation And collecting the perfect pictures, That we are missing it. We are jotting the events on the activity calendar And filling the empty time slots with play dates, Yet, we are still missing it. We are doing all the stuff And making all the trips, But we are still missing it. What could we possibly be missing When we are doing it all? We are missing the moments… The moments that are happening While we are planning and preparing While we are consumed…
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No One Told Me…
I didn’t realize the days would go by slowly but the years would go by fast. I had no idea I’d cherish the sound of the theme songs on my kid’s favorite shows years after I thought I could no longer take those same repetitive tunes. No one told me I would long for my children to run to me with every problem after I emphasized over and over again they didn’t need me to fix everything for them. No one warned me college would come so soon. I couldn’t fathom how my heart would ache so much with each child’s trials and hardships. I didn’t comprehend that letting go…
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My Children Were Raised By Different Moms
My children were raised by different moms. My name remains the same. I hear it repeatedly a hundred million times a day…”mommy”. But the mommy my oldest called out to and the mommy my youngest calls for are very different. My oldest, you had a mom who was young and energetic but learning. Everything was new. I was in awe of each new accomplishment and concerned with every ailment. Every sniffle became a doctor’s visit. I asked a million questions and made sure you were right on schedule with each new milestone. You had my full attention and my focus was on being the best possible mommy I could be.…
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I Hope My Kids Remember…
I Hope My Kids Remember Their Childhood as The Good Old Days. I hope they remember the days we spent relaxing together. The days we broke out the board games and spent hours laughing around the dinner table. I hope they remember when I climbed the monkey bars with them and raced them down the slide. I hope they remember all the moments I stopped everything I was doing to help them with a school project. I hope they remember all the bike rides we took to nowhere special. I hope when they grow up their memories are filled with thoughts of their mom smiling more than she was frustrated. …
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What They Don’t Tell You About Raising BOYS!
What they don’t tell you about raising boys is: Boys are noisy, like really noisy…all the time! If they aren’t making noise, you better check on them. Boys think Fart noises are funny at every age. There is no outgrowing it. Sorry, Momma! Boys don’t really care if they smell. They will take a shower when and only when mom makes them. They will look like they are killing each other most of the time they play. It will scare your friends and visitors that aren’t used to boys. You will spend much of your time explaining to them that this is just how brothers show love. But they will…
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5 Things Teen Boys Need From Their Mom
Teen Boys Need Their Mom Raising Teen Boys is Foreign To Us. Let’s admit it, raising teens is foreign ground to us. One day they are sitting on our lap telling us about the mean kid on the playground, their kindergarten crush, and excusing the reason they peed out their window was to water the flowers below. And what seems like the very next day it’s suddenly “totally cringe” talking to their mom about personal things, emotions, or *gasp* girls! These teen years just crept up on us and now we are smack dab right in the middle of them and from one day to the other it’s like the…
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Why I Kiss The Baby So Much.
My son asked me why I kiss the baby so much… I told him that one day I won’t be able to kiss him like this so I am giving them all to him in advance. I kissed his little head once more and said… “This one is for his first day of school when his eyes are filled with tears as he sits at his desk in a room filled with strangers.” Once again I kissed him. “This one is for the first night he spends away from home and is in his bed feeling a little homesick.” “And this one is for the first time he goes to…
