Okay, I’ve been itching to go visit Discovery Cube L.A for a while and we finally went yesterday.
I must admit this is coming a little late.
Can you believe it?
There was a time in my life when I didn’t see myself as a mom. I wasn’t the type of person that as grew older dreamt of having a family. If anything just me and my dog. That was about it.
So while there were women out there counting the years until motherhood, I wasn’t.
Far from it.
And when the conversation would arise I shrugged it off and said, “I don’t have a need to be a mom.” I was very frank about it but that’s because it was true.
I didn’t have a need to be a mom and that was true even for last year. My philosophy has always been, “If it happens it happens. If it doesn’t that’s fine too.”
But there were times (rare times at that) that I did think about it. And during those times I always thought that I wouldn’t mind having a girl so that I could teach her to be confident, powerful, outspoken, and well everything else that a woman should be.
Plus girls always have the cutest clothes!
Of course as life would have it I ended up meeting Mark.
And Mark has always wanted a family.
And we finally got pregnant.
Of course gender was the least of my worries. Who would’ve thought there are so many other things to worry about!
And then we found out we were having a boy. I wasn’t disappointed. I did grow up with a younger brother.
But the one thing I was not ready for was the overflowing love I would have for this handsome little boy.
This little boy that changed my perspective on becoming a mommy.
And while it is the toughest job out there I am more than happy to do it.
And you know what?
I love it.
I love being a mom.
But best of all I love being a mom to my little boy.
Being a boy mom is tough. They aren’t dainty like, or at least that’s what I think it is like raising girls, but as I don’t have any girls so I wouldn’t know what’s it like.
Yeah. They don’t have the cutest clothes. But that just means we boy moms have to be creative about it.
Yeah, they play rough but it doesn’t mean we can’t teach them to be sensitive.
It takes a special person to become a mom. It takes an extraordinary person to become a boy mom.
Not because it’s all rough and tumble.
Far from it.
It’s because we are the ones who need to raise boys to become extraordinary men that are more than confident to express themselves, respect themselves, and come to value and become confident. But above all, raise them to be gentlemen.
Which are unfortunately a rare species nowadays.
I am proud boy mom.
I am a proud mom.
I love my son.
And as I mentioned in twitter once, “I think every girl dreams of their prince charming, the perfect guy. I found mine the day Noah was born.”
And I meant every word.
Which is why when I found this shirt I couldn’t help but buy it.
Noah is going through so many changes at the moment. One of the biggest one is sitting by himself with no help!
After being cooped up indoors for a bit over a week thanks to a cold that decided to share its love with all three of us, we finally had the opportunity to go out.
2015 came and went…