My first baby I spent hours each day dressing in the cutest outfits. She was my real life baby doll princess. I would put one outfit on her and 30 minutes later change her into another cute dress. To have a daughter- a sweet, gentle, kind hearted daughter was such a gift.
Each pregnancy later we went in to find out the gender of our babies. Each time I was 95% sure the babe inside of me was a girl again- oh how fun living a life of dress up would be!
Each time we were told we were having a….. boy!
Each time my jaw dropped, each time I ….. cried…
I boy…. a BOY? I was so embarrassed for crying- but I didn’t really want a boy, I wanted a girl! How embarrassed I am for even feeling that way- for God blessed me so much with a baby eachtime- I should be so grateful!
All of a sudden – my world was changed. I now was living a life filled with SONS! Sticky, slimed, gooey SONS!
And then, my heart and my life was filled-
– Snails joining our lunch time meal, either in the juice cup or sitting alongside the plates,
-Conversations about what boogers are made out of,
-The back of my mom shirt covered in boogies when he was giving me hugs just to secretly wipe them on me,
-Sprinting across the beach with baby in hand trying to find the brave, adventurous, and independent boy,
– The many times of entertaining the public with fits and tantrums,
-Wading through urine on the bathroom floor,
And then, after one boy lays across the church pew and kicks my diaper bag off the end of the pew, causing a loud “thud,”
I look down as that goofy mohawked kid looks up at me, with Precious Moment eyes and whispers, “Mom, someday will I have a beard? Mom, someday will I be a daddy? Mom, some day will I be an uncle?”
-And then I realize- the boys, these sons of mine-
Will some day be men.
Will some day be leaders.
May some day be someone’s Daddy.
May some day be someone’s Uncle or Grandpa.
And then I get thankful- that my sons are the sons who:
-Insist on carrying my flower pots for me because they are “strong boys.”
-Pray for the people who they see are sick or injured,
-Are thankful for the foods they can eat instead of sad about their food allergies,
-Are the boys who beg to listen to worship music before bed,
-Pray out loud whenever they see an ambulance,
-Tuck me into bed whenever I feel sick,
-Are my fearless spider killers,
– Are sweet and loving- constantly picking flowers for me from my yard and insisting on opening doors for me.
How humbled I am for God to choose me to be the mother of SONS.
During this Father’s Day let’s also remember our boys, our sons- and remember to raise them up right.
For they may some day be someone’s Daddy- and don’t you want them to be wearing the right shoes if that happens?