I vividly remember being in the ultrasound room and the technician saying “it’s a boy”. I remember Brandon and I both crying because we were so excited. The first grandson for both of our parents. As I set out to shop for new boy clothes all I could seem to find were Spiderman and Cars with the occasional Thomas the Train. I remember thinking “NO! I don’t know anything about this stuff and I don’t want to know anything about this stuff.” My last week of teaching a little boy brought in a Transformer for show-and-tell and I could not put it back together and I remember that little boy saying “don’t worry guys, Teacher Jenna doesn’t do boy toys”. I remember going home and crying. That student was so right, Teacher Jenna didn’t do boy toys and I really didn’t want to know much about it.
I grew up with a sister, I have a sister-in-law, I had nieces, I had a daughter. I knew girls. I love the color pink and sparkles and cheetah print, I know all the My Little Ponies and grew up playing Barbies and making friendship bracelets. I didn’t know boys.
I didn’t know boys at all. The first night we brought Guy home from the hospital I went to change his diaper and no one had told me to cover anything and then BAM…pee in my face in the middle of the night. I did not know boys.
Now I know boys…I kind of understand them. They can’t sit still for long, they want to run and wrestle and everything makes a noise. My little boy would rather tear something apart to find out how it works than to put a puzzle together. My little boy makes a noise for everything and teaches me how to make the right noises.
My little boy wants to learn everything that his dad or Papa does. Is there dirt involved? Great, he is in!
Laughter and jokes are really important character traits. If it talks about underwear or farting, even better.
Nerf guns are seriously the coolest toys ever.
I have learned that little boys love to go on adventures…
…but they HATE going shopping.
Being a boy mom means constantly feeding a bottomless pit.
Being a boy mom allows me to see sportsmanship in action. It allows me to see the bond between boys and their teammates. Being a boy mom lets me see someone hungry with a competitive spirit, where fairness is important, and being a good teammate is superior. Showing up to practice is just as important as the game, and the game doesn’t matter if you don’t try your best.
While I had no desire to learn about Spiderman or Thomas the Train, I have learned so much from this little boy. Laughter is the best medicine, friends are everything, it’s the simple things in life that mean the most, don’t sweat the small stuff, laugh often, work hard, and “always listen to your Papa because they are your best friend.” While I was terrified of being a boy mom and feeling like I would be out of the loop and have nothing to offer, God placed this little boy in our family. So while I teach him his spelling words and reading, he is teaching me so much more.
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