When I was younger and I would daydream about having children one day, I somehow imagined having three kids. Three girls.
Having girls just seemed like the natural fit; the comfortable fit for me. I grew up with only a sister, no brothers. My sister and I always thought it would be cool to have one more girl in our sorority of two. Maybe we watched too much Charmed on WB. Who knows? Nevertheless, being around mostly girls is what I was use to, so the idea of having three daughters sounded like a fun time.
Fast forward to present time and I am a proud and dotting mother of three boys. Yes, that’s right. BOYS.
I clearly remember the first time I was pregnant and wondering if I was growing a little boy or girl inside of me. I found myself dreaming about a son.
I realized then that dreams change as we grow. My mere idea of motherhood as an adolescent was severely different than my real aspirations as an adult. I would have been happy with a healthy baby regardless of gender, but somehow my curiosity of what it would be like to raise a son made it exciting.
Out popped my little man, and over the next several months, I learned what an indescribable love it is to share with a child. I also learned that motherhood was natural for me. I surprised myself by how much I truly enjoyed it.
I experienced a deep revelation. I finally grew into myself.
Up until I became a Mom, I was a self-assured, happy-go-lucky sort of person. Motherhood gave me an entire new level of confidence and purpose that I never before experienced.
I liked the way I felt about myself as a Mom. My biggest challenge became more about not losing my identity of Self in the label of being a Mom. Most of the time, I felt Self and Mom were one in the same.
To make a long story short, a few more years went on and out popped two more little dudes that call me “Mommy”. The next thing I knew, the outside world labeled me as “Boy Mom.”
I no longer would be able to leave an airport, shopping mall or Costco without at least one person alerting me that I am heavily outnumbered. And sometimes I get puzzled looks and deeply concerned questions and comments like, “How do you do it?” or my favorite, “God bless, you.” Why thank you I think to myself as I smile politely and continue looking for the peanut butter in aisle 9.
Boys are loud. They are messy. They have a bottomless energy pit. Therefore, I totally understand the cause for concern about my well-being and I thank each stranger and acquaintance for checking in with me.
Here’s the thing—Although I always knew of the possibility, I not once actually expected Mother Nature would tip the scale on the same side three different times and stick a “Boy Mom” label on me, but here I am…
Loving my life exactly the way it is. Exactly the way it was meant to be.
Feeling the joys of motherhood, a privilege that I know many struggle to receive.
Enjoying my sons and each of their unique personalities.
Witnessing the growing friendships that my boys are forming with one another.
Obsessing over matching clothes and playing mommy paparazzi.
Stretching myself to explore and surprisingly enjoy activities I never would have otherwise.
Feeling proud to have the responsibility to shape some good men. We need more of them.
Daydreaming about the mother-son dance that I’ll get to do three different times.
Promising not to be the dreaded mother-in-law and feeling confident that I’ll be an awesome one.
Receiving love and the greatest joy from three amazing little kids that are all mine.
Life is unexpected. Life is full of surprises. Life is amazing.
I never in a million years thought that I’d someday marry the one and only boyfriend I had, who I met before I got a driver’s license. Never did I dream that I would change careers three different times before age 35. And no, never did I think I would be living in a house filled with 4 dudes, three that own a piece of my DNA.
But here’s the thing…
“As much as you want to plan your life, it has a way of surprising you with unexpected things that will make you happier than you originally planned. That’s what you call God’s Will.” – Unknown
Today, I thank God, the universe, the energy around me that has given me these beautiful little souls to be a part of my journey. They are the absolute loves of my life and I couldn’t imagine my life any other way. I love my boys dearly and I know deep in my heart, that I was meant to be their mom. “I chose you,” is what my eldest says to me all the time. And I am glad his brothers followed!
Life is full of unexpected surprises and being a “Boy Mom” has been messy, loud and the greatest joy of my life.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there and cheers to happy surprises on this crazy ride! XO