I came across a blog this today. It's everything I
love about being a boy mom and more.
God
gave me a son.
Sometimes
I wonder what it would be like to shop for pink dresses, and oversized bows. To
have tea parties or baby dolls scattered across the house. To feel the
responsibility of raising a strong woman, in a world that sometimes feels built
for men.
But,
God gave me a son.
So
I fold tiny superhero underwear and give daily reminders about putting the
toilet seats down. There are trucks and tractors packed into every crevice of
our home. Giggles when the slightest noise sounds like a toot, and moments
where spontaneous wrestling matches break out, pretty much anywhere.
Yes,
God gave me a son.
A son to teach empathy, kindness, and love to. A son to remind that the dishes, and
the laundry, and the cooking and the cleaning are not just for a woman to do,
but for a man as well. A son to snuggle, so they know embrace is more than just
something physical, and one sided—there is an emotional power that comes with
touch. A son that I can remind to be vulnerable because it’s one of the bravest
things you can be. A son to be husband and father—ones who don’t walk
away or quit when it gets hard. A son to be a man, to be respectful, responsible,
and encouraging, no matter your race, gender, or beliefs.
That’s
why God gave me a son.
Not
because he needed me, but because I needed him. To remind me that a son need a mother’s strength, a woman’s love—because I will always be his first
example of how treat a lady. I believe few things in life are more powerful
than that.
God
gave me a son, and if he ever gave me another, now I know why.
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