I used to dream about having a little girl. I thought about all of the dresses I would put her in, the nights we would spend painting our nails and putting curlers in her hair. I dreamed of having that forever best friend in a daughter. But God, he knew better – he gave me little boys.
Mom of Boys
The boy mom life is wild. When people ask me about my kids and I respond with, “I have two boys,” it is almost always met with some sort of acknowledgement that my life is probably wild or that my hands are full. They are full, full of little hands to hold and hugs to give. Boys are full of energy, but they’re also full of kindness, compassion and love for their momma.
I thought having boys that they wouldn’t want to go shopping, or get dressed up, or have dance parties with me. I was wrong. They may not dress up like princesses, but they’re quick to transform into a super hero.
My Lincoln is only four, but he’s quick to tell me I’m beautiful or his favorite thing, I’m sweet sweet. He’s a mighty man of God in the making. One particular time I was having a bad day, being pretty much the worst and this sweet little boy comes up to me and says, “momma, I’ll pray for you.” Then proceeded to pray blessings and sweetness over me. He is pure sugar.
Maddox turned eight this year, and loves to go shopping with me. He even adds input on my outfits – whether they’re good or not, and has his own sense of style. I love seeing that side of me, coming out in him. Maddox is creative and loves to spend his time building, listening to music, and drawing. I love seeing a natural talent for drawing being born in him. He is strong. He won’t back down from what he believes in and he’ll fight for what is right. He is impressive, intelligent, and kind hearted.
I’m still often asked if we’ll try just one more time, to see if we would have a girl. But, no, I don’t think so, I wouldn’t trade being a mom of boys for anything in the world.
-Brooke
