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


Krista Ward

Krista is a former teacher turned stay-at-home mom to three insanely precious little boys, Hudson, Jones, and Royce. She is married to her best friend and high school sweetheart, Randy, who is the peanut butter to her chocolate. Krista hopes to be a light and joy to the world, especially other mamas feeling stuck in the daily grind, through her writing.