I met a lady today who introduced herself as a mama of three boys, and I knew we could be fast friends. As a mama of boys myself, I’d imagine we’d probably spend hours swapping stories about breaking up fights and learning superhero lingo and the ER trips for the most bizarre things.
We could look at each other without saying another word and understand the challenges and the joys that come with being a boy mom.
We get it.
We know how it feels to be unsure of ourselves, entering a little boy’s world for the very first time.
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We know what it’s like to receive either sympathy or applause from onlookers at the grocery store, depending on how our entourage of fellas happened to be behaving that day.
We know the physical fights and the aggression and each brother’s drive to step up and lead the pack.
We know their sensitivities and how much they love their mama and how they’re really feeling deep down inside.
And that the bigger and stronger they become, the stronger we get and the more our hearts stretch, too.
Like when they let go of our hands to take those first wobbly steps.
And they smooched slobbery kisses on our cheeks because they knew it made us laugh.
Like when they first held a bat crooked and listened for our cheers.
And when their favorite song came on the radio and they leaped up and asked us to dance.
And we realized that becoming a little boy’s princess is actually a dream come true.
And each tug at the heart is preparing us for the growing pains we’ll certainly endure.
Because we’ll be sending off these boys as warriors to represent what’s noble and right.
And we’ll be watching our prayers answered as they start their own families and build their own lives.
And one day, we may see our children and even our grandchildren marry and have sons of their very own.
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And all we’ll have to do is just look into that new mama’s eyes, and we’ll know a bond that reaches deep down into our souls.
And we’ll reminisce.
And we’ll get it.
And we’ll breathe in God’s goodness together as we thank Him for the privilege of a lifetime it is to be a boy mom.
by Lauren Eberspacher 
by Angela Sensenig 
