I mentioned in this post that I was initially sad when I found out I was having a boy.
It wasn’t for any big reason. I just had a girl already and that is what I knew. Plus, I had felt in my gut that this baby was a girl. Needless to say, my gut led me astray both times in the guessing department.
I guess I just figured that since I was so girly that it would be fun to have two little girls to doll up. (After seeing my first born morph into a little sassy diva, I roll my eyes at this notion often.)
Little did I know then, that day when I was disappointed, how thankful I would be later on that he was a boy.
This little boy, who since birth has been a true mama’s boy. He loves to snuggle, loves being in my arms the best, loves me the best (sorry husband!)
For almost two years he only wanted me to hold him. He would sit on my lap and be perfectly content. He spoke only one word, Mama, until he was two.
(Then it was no! and that I hear quite a lot now.)
He has dimply hands, the nape of his neck is the perfect place for nuzzling, brown eyes that look just like mine, and a profile that breaks my heart.
He wear pajamas 24/7 when we are home and rain boots everywhere else. He’s sensitive and needs kisses from me to make everything better.
He’s a mama’s boy.
I know this won’t last. He will grow older and realize I am not his favorite person. He will marry and (hopefully) make his wife feel as loved as I do. He won’t remember these days and will take me for granted, because I will always be here and will always love him more than he will ever know.
He is special, this boy. It has been an honor to raise him and be his mama. Every day I have had him in my life has been better.
I wouldn’t trade this one boy for a hundred girls. That I know for sure.