I thought it would be fun to share a personal insight into our most recent addition to the family. Back in December my husband and I discovered we were pregnant. We were very excited and ready for our family to grow. We began asking our son if he wanted a brother or sister. His answer was always cookies. Smart kid.
As time progressed we started daydreaming as to whether our newest member would be a boy or a girl. Bennett started moving from asking for cookies and decided a sister would be his preference. The funny thing, I believe he has no idea sisters come out as babies too. I believe our almost three year old thinks brothers come out as babies like his friends’ brothers and sisters come out like his cousin who is twice his size and loads of fun. After our first ultrasound we announced to the world of our growing family.
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Finally time for the gender ultrasound. By this time we all had it built up into our heads it was a girl, we were happy either way. I had my boy, which I wanted a boy desperately with my first, so I was content with either. Part of the reason behind thinking we had a girl on the way was this pregnancy has proved much different than the last. We were all somewhat convinced and had a name picked out for a girl. I found it odd I was leaning toward a girl since deep down I have always felt more led to be a boy momma. Rough and rumble mom is how I describe myself. I had two older brothers and know what to expect from boys, pre-teens, teenagers and so on. I know destruction and danger is everywhere they go. It does not shock me. It does not surprise me. I kiss every boo-boo and send them on their way. The fact I was even embracing a girl was huge!
We took Ben to the ultrasound and made a family day out of the entire event. Ultrasound, shopping, eating, and zoo. It was quite a wonderful day.
Since Ben’s first preference was cookies we decided to announce the gender with cookies. Ben was excited. We told him which cookie he could eat.
And here you have it.
We were all shocked by the result. But tickled pink none the less. When I asked my husband if he was disappointed, his answer was so sweet. “How could I be?!” As the days went by I did notice he was more open to the idea of having yet another baby in hopes for a girl. But something came to me I wanted to share not only with my husband but also in this post. Something we may forget when we are in the moment. We are not just raising little boys, or able to use the cute hashtags surrounding boy mom.
We are raising husbands.
We have all seen the statistics. We all know the world we live in, the violence, the hate, the anger, the sin, the hurt. It is obvious everywhere we look. We need strong leaders to guide families. We need men who do not question whether they are loved, needed and capable of leading. We need husbands who care for their wives. We need men who can stand up for what is right and take the path less traveled. No mommas, we are doing far more than we ever realize when we are in the moment when our house is destroyed and peanut butter is in our hair. Our boys will become men. Our boys will find wives. We must teach them how to lead with a kind and gentle heart, yet strong and full of love. When you look at the daughters of friends, remember you may be raising their husbands, their protectors, their leaders. So let us raise our boys with purpose and intention. Let us hang on for the ride without crushing their spirit. Boys are different, as they find their purpose and learn to become their own. The men in their lives have their own roles, but us mommas… we must teach them love, kindness, and conviction. We must remember exactly who our boys will become and raise our wild things well.
To my fellow #boymoms I want to share with you book I have already found so helpful in guiding me to raising my first wild thing with another one on the way!!