I am a mom of 3 beautiful, healthy boys. My first is 8, my second is 4, and my third is 6 weeks old.
I have a best friend in my first, a play buddy in my second, and a cuddle toy in my third.
My first is my rock, my second is my backbone, and my third is my weakness.
And let me tell you one thing: while all 3 of them are quite the handful – each in his own right – I still wouldn’t have it any other way.
The jealousy, the tantrums, the fights, the rough play, the sleepless nights…
But also the kisses, the hugs, the cuddles, the moments of pure bliss, the minutes of utter peace, and the hours of unconditional love.
My world was changed with the arrival of each of my boys.
They tell you that a mom can never differentiate between her children, or love one more than the other, and this couldn’t be more true: with the birth of each child, I felt my heart expand, and love in more ways than I ever thought possible.
With the arrival of each of my baby boys, I became more tolerant, more understanding, and more loving. I had more empathy and more calmness (I had to – I’m a boymom!)
Here’s to feeling sane with every homework finished, every activity drop off, every load of laundry and dishes done, every meal prepared, every shower given, and every diaper changed.
Also, here’s to feeling empowered with every milestone reached, every tear wiped, and every wound cleaned.
Here’s to raising caring warriors.