Boymom Turned Girlmom

When we were blessed with our three sons in four years, I had accepted my destiny as a bonafide Boymom. I had been prepared for this my whole life and felt completely natural being the only girl in the house. Skip forward 22 months and we were having our surprise fourth baby and you guessed it, a girl.

It took me awhile just to comprehend this new role of caring for and loving this female being.  Albeit my fourth baby and not my first rodeo, I did feel like a rookie.

This girl has taught all of us so much. While she’s caring, patient, and kind, she is also determined, ruthless, and self motivated.

She has taught this Boymom that having a little glitz and glam, girl time and pampering, is completely acceptable and actually necessary in order to navigate this world of chaos. She hangs with the boys, but then reminds us all it’s ok to talk about emotions, narrate our story, cuddle a little longer, write letters and paint pictures. She shows us how handmade gifts are the best, making dance routines on the trampoline can pass an entire afternoon, and chalk paint can cover the whole driveway.

I never knew my life would involve a little shadow who treats me like I’m her super rich best friend. Sometimes I need space and then immediately I’m missing her little voice and soft touch. She is my mini-me although we are so very different. She drains me emotionally and physically in one day, and then builds me back up in a split second with her smile and hug. She tells me all the time how much she wants to go with me and be with me. She thinks I’m the most amazing person in the world.
And this I know won’t last long. Before I know it, we will struggle, our relationship will strain, we’ll argue and probably raise our voices. Until then, I’m going to pretend I’ve got this Girlmom thing figured out. I’m a pro at this dual gig.