There are some things parents don’t want to hear, especially from strangers. Things like “why are you letting your kid eat that?” or “you really should (insert annoying comment here).” Parenting is kind of like politics, we all have our opinions but we respect others, even if you don’t agree with it.

Here is what I have learned in the short five-and-a-half years I’ve had the title Mom: you do what is best for your child. If it works for you, awesome! Keep on keepin’ on. But everyone and every child is different (mind blown, right?). Today someone told me, “You have two boys? You need to try for a girl” Which leads me to five things moms of boys do not want to hear.

1. Are you going to try for a girl?
Oh, is there some magical place I can shop at to choose my girl of choice? I’m going to tell you the same thing I tell my kids: you get what you get, and you don’t throw a fit. I’m lucky to have the two that I have; not everyone gets the chance to become a mother.

2. Boys are so wild!
Yes, yes they are. Thank you for stating the obvious. Aren’t all kids wild in their own way? Boy or girl? I mean, aren’t kids just kids? Don’t they all have a little wild side to them? Yes, mine ARE wild, I agree. They are boys, they are a year-and-a-half apart. Together they are crazy. I am aware of this. 

3. Boys leave their moms and go off with their wives.
Well, here’s the thing, I know a lot of girls who dislike their moms and boys, well, I’m yet to meet a boy who hates his mom. Yes, my boys may leave me or they might not. Your daughter may leave you, or she may not. Not only boys leave. Kids leave. They move out for college or they get married and they leave. It’s called growing up!

4. Boys are smelly.
Tell me something I don’t know. But doesn’t everyone smell at some point? I mean, it’s not like girls are born with some magical unicorn gene that makes them never smell.

5) Aren’t you sad you’ll never be able to braid or put bows in your kids’ hair?
Ummm, I can barely find two matching socks. You think I am going to get all Jen Atkins on my daughter? And besides, maybe I will. Who knows what my kids will be into at some point? 

Here’s what it comes down to. Boys and girls are both very special in their own way. I never really imagined having boys or girls, I just knew I wanted kids someday. I got pregnant and had boys, and that was it. I was blessed with boys and after having boys, I never wished for anything else.

I feel lucky. I was made for them.

I am the girliest girl in all the land, and being a boy mom has taught me so many wonderful things. They have shown me a side of fun I never experienced growing up as a girl. The dirt, it’s fun. Riding a skateboard with my kids, so fun! Crashing monster trucks, fun! Baseball, it’s now fun to me.

Boys are fun! 

I have these wild, crazy, loving, hardcore mama’s boys. And whether they are like that just for the moment when they are younger or for the rest of their lives, I am embracing every second of them. I can’t predict the future and nothing is promised. Me having a girl does not promise any kind of togetherness for the rest of our life. My rambunctious toddlers adore me, and I adore them. All I know is I will raise them to always love all equally, value their family, to be gentlemen, to respect everyone they come across, to have common sense, to do good, and to be the best husbands and fathers. 

It doesn’t matter what the sex of my children is; the goal for us parents is the same: to raise good people. So please spare me, the “you need a girl” line as if a girl is going to come into my life and complete it. My life is complete with my little dudes.

Originally published on the author’s blog

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I am a mom of 2 crazy, adorable boys. I love fashion, moming, coffee and most days, my husband! My life is ruled by boys, including my dog and tortoise, who are also male. It's their world, and I just live in it. 

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