{"id":73495,"date":"2024-04-10T16:54:17","date_gmt":"2024-04-10T09:54:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thefinejournal.com\/?p=73495"},"modified":"2024-04-10T16:55:50","modified_gmt":"2024-04-10T09:55:50","slug":"i-love-being-a-boy-mom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thefinejournal.com\/i-love-being-a-boy-mom\/","title":{"rendered":"I Love Being A Boy Mom"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style='\"font-size:' color:>When I got pregnant the second time around, I was really hoping for a girl. I had a boy already, so one of each would be just perfect, right? Well, instead, I ended up with a second baby boy, and let me tell you\u2013I couldn\u2019t be happier. I love being a boy mom!\n<h4><span style='\"font-size:' color:>I Am A Mom of All Boys and I Love It\n<h4><span style='\"font-size:' color:>Why I Love Being a Boy Mom?\n<p><strong><span style='\"font-size:' color:>1. Dressing Them is Easier (and Cheaper!)\n<p><span style='\"font-size:' color:>Girl clothes are cute, but boy clothes are quick and easy! I tell my 5 year old \u201cfind some jeans and a shirt\u201d and he can assemble a perfectly matching outfit and get dressed all by himself. No dealing with hair bows, princess costumes, tights and an endless battle every time we go to the store. For the most part, he\u2019s content in whatever.\n<p><strong><span style='\"font-size:' color:>2. They\u2019re Fun.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:' color:>My boys are just about as silly and rambunctious as they come. They love running, screaming, putting toy drills in each other\u2019s belly buttons\u2026 (don\u2019t ask). Basically, they live life at full speed and they have a blast doing it!\n<p><strong><span style='\"font-size:' color:>3. They Remind Me to Not Take Life So Seriously.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:' color:>If I yelled at my boys every time they were rambunctious or dangerous, I wouldn\u2019t have a voice left. They are boys. I should have chosen \u201crambunctious\u201d and \u201cdangerous\u201d as their middle names. (Seriously, it would have been perfect.) Instead, I\u2019ve learned (or, rather, I try!) to focus on the big stuff, and not worry so much about the little details.\n<p><strong><span style='\"font-size:' color:>4. I Worry Less.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:' color:>Speaking of worry, I love that I don\u2019t have to worry as much with boys. My boys are very rough and tumble. If they fall off the couch, they laugh and keep playing. If they get dirty, they don\u2019t even notice. They\u2019re too busy having fun.\n<p><strong><span style='\"font-size:' color:>5. I Laugh More.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:' color:>And of course, all this fun they\u2019re having helps me have more fun too. I mean, how could I not join in?\n<p><strong><span style='\"font-size:' color:>6. Boys Love Their Mamas!\n<p><span style='\"font-size:' color:>Now, I\u2019m sure girls love their mamas too, but from what I\u2019ve heard, there is an extra special love between mothers and sons. And let me tell you, I feel it. Even though my oldest probably thinks dad\u2019s more fun, and my youngest is a total daddy\u2019s boy, whenever they are sick or in need of comfort, it\u2019s all mom for sure. And I love that.\n<blockquote><p><span style='\"font-size:' color:>One day as you\u2019re brushing the hair out of your little boy\u2019s eyes or wiping the jelly off his sticky \ufb01ngers, he looks up and gives you a smile that lights him up from the inside out, and you think to yourself\u2026 \u2018It doesn\u2019t get any better than this.\u2019 But it does\u2026 Because he grows up and becomes a good man and a good friend\u2026 and his smile still lights up your world. I love you so much, son!\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I got pregnant the second time around, I was really hoping for a girl. I had a boy already, so one of each would be just perfect, right? Well, instead, I ended up with a second baby boy, and let me tell you\u2013I couldn\u2019t be happier. I love being a boy mom! 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