I Was Made To Be a Boy Mom and I Wouldn’t Want it Any Other Way

I was made for digging in the dirt.

I was made for jumping in puddles.

I was made for Hot Wheels and LEGOs.

I was made for roaring like a dinosaur.

I was made for wearing a cape and saving the day.

I was made for climbing trees and fences.

I was made for tossing the baseball in the backyard.

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I was made for Minecraft and Roblox and MarioKart.

I was made for watching bugs crawls across the sidewalk.

I was made for never-ending jokes about bodily functions.

I was made for jumping and running and never stopping.

I was made for slobbery kisses and random I love yous.

I was made for go-karts and monster trucks and dirt bikes.

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I was made for fort building and trampoline jumping.

I was made for dirty and stinky and sweaty.

I was made for Friday night football and cheering from the stands.

Because I was made for this.

And I didn’t know it, at first.

I had no idea this life was meant for me.

But now?

Now, it’s oh so clear.

I was made to be a boy mom.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

This post originally appeared on Kisses From Boys with Krista Ward