A Gift for Mom! 🤍

As a mother of all boys and with a mother-in-law who raised all boys, I feel like I have been given a unique opportunity, a special perspective into my relationship with my husband, my mother-in-law, and my own kids.

They say the relationship between a mother and son is one of love and devotion unlike any other. Since I do not have any daughters, I cannot attest to the comparison. However, I do know that the love I have for my sons is a tempestuous, emotional, and ardent kind of love that takes over my whole heart. The love they give me can lift me higher than I ever thought possible and I’m reminded how easily my heart could be crushed and destroyed should anything ever happen to them. It is such a vulnerable feeling. It is like standing on the edge of the world marveling at its beauty and knowing that at any moment you could topple over.

It’s in the moments I analyze these feelings—and this vulnerability—that I most think about my mother-in-law. Did she feel this way for her boys, too? Does she still?

And so, as one boy mom to another boy mom, this is what I’d like her to know:

When I look at my boys, I feel like nobody could ever love them the way I do. I feel like nobody could ever look after them the way that I do. I struggle every day with wanting to teach them independence but also not wanting them to ever stop needing me. I struggle with wanting them to grow stronger through experiencing hardship and failures, but also wanting to protect them from ever being sad or disappointed.

I want you to know that because I have these feelings, I try to love your son—my husband—as I would like my boys’ future spouses to love them one day. When your son needs help, reassurance, or encouragement, I am there for him to give him all of my love. I share in his disappointments and in his moments of sadness.

I want you to know your son will never feel alone or unloved.

Just as I now kiss my boys’ scraped knees, hold them at night when they’ve had nightmares, or reassure them when their hearts are broken by unkind friends, I know that you once did the same for my husband. Although the worries evolved as he grew older, I know it was the same love you gave that comforted him. You were his safe space, just as I hope to be for my own boys. This boy mom love is teaching me to love your son in a brand new way, and I want you to know that.

When I hold your son’s hand, that strong hand that is twice the size of mine, I try to remember that it was once a small, chubby hand with dimples where the knuckles would one day be. I imagine you kissing that tiny hand just as I now kiss my own baby boy’s hand. When your son smiles at me, I imagine him smiling at you with a few teeth missing excited that the tooth fairy will be visiting him again. Your son was, and is, precious to youI know that.

And so, although I have loved him for a very long time, my love for him has never been quite like what it became once I became a boy mom, too.

I want you to know I love him and will continue to love him—for me and for you, too.

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Georgina Butler

Georgina is a mom of three boys, wife to a super hot policeman, and a fan of her pit bull and bulldog. She has a corporate day job, likes to run, and finds fulfillment in writing and being involved with a non-profit she helped incorporate. You can follow Georgina on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram @ginabigb

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