I have a confession to make.
I did not want to be a mom of boys. At least I didn't when I was younger. Growing up, we embraced everything "girl" and this was exactly how I wanted things to be. Boys were smelly, dirty, loud and wild and crazy. I had no interest in any car, train, truck, or toy gun. And being the girly girl that I was I often thought about being a mom in my future and never once did I think that I would be a "boy mom".
Luckily I grew up and met and fell in love with an amazing man and the thought of little Graham's running around our house became really cute to me. Even so, the "It's a Boy Ultrasound" definitely threw me for a loop! Fast forward 4 years and I now have, not one, but two adorable boys who I could not be more in love with. Add the hubby and the beagle to the mix and that makes me the lone female in this crazy house of boys. Now, am I just coming to this realization now you ask? Of course not, but what I am beginning to understand is how much I love my life exactly the way it is right now and how God knew best all along exactly what I needed. How many other amazing gifts in my life have I passed up because I thought that I knew best? I am sure that if God had given me the chance to pick the gender on that day in the doctor's office 4 years ago, I would have chosen a girl. And I would have missed out on these amazing boys that light up my world each and every day. These crazy wrestling, jumping, running, laughing, squealing, tickling, hugging, kissing, cuddling, love-me-like-no-one-else-can boys. God knew he needed someway to get this indoor loving, play-it-safe girl, out into His beautiful creation, embracing some adventure every once and while. And I have a feeling, my boys will get the job done. I find myself looking forward to watching all of their sports practices and games and going camping or canoeing or anything I can to embrace their "boyhood".
I look at them each day and am overcome by the possibilities their lives hold. I could be changing the diaper of a future doctor, teacher, pastor or athlete. Or reading books and tucking into bed an astronaut (as he currently wishes to be), congressman, comedian, or missionary. I don't care what their profession is, just that they would be strong Godly men, amazing husbands and fathers, just like their daddy. Only God knows their future, but what a humbling journey it is to be their mother and to try everyday to instill in them faith, love, and some manners ;) While all along they are teaching me more than they will ever know. And this weeks lesson happens to be: Mommy may not always know best, but God ALWAYS does!
I happened upon this poem last night that says it perfectly!
That Little Boy of Mine
Two eyes that shine so bright,
Two lips that kiss goodnight,
Two arms that hold me tight,
That little boy of mine.
No one could ever know how much your coming has meant.
Because I love you so, you're something heaven has sent.
You're all the world to me.
You climb upon my knee.
To me you'll always be,
That little boy of mine.
By Grace Wolgemuth
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