“Congratulations!” a family acquaintance exclaimed at my baby shower. “You’re having a girl, right?”
“Nope! After some excitement, we learned we’re having a boy!”
“Oh,” she sniffed. “I’m so sorry.”
This was my first pregnancy, and I can only imagine her shock when my husband and I announced we were expecting a second boy two years later. Many moms of boys can relate to such comments that sting. Even nearly a decade later, my well-meaning relative still inquires, “Are you trying for a girl?”
Really? My youngest is 9. If I were trying, shouldn’t I have more to show for it by now? Sure, there are moments when I feel a twinge of longing for daughters and all that could have been, but that happens about 1% of the time. The other 99% of the time? I’m proud to be a member of the “Moms of All Boys” club. Here are six reasons why having only sons is something to appreciate:
1. I’m never the grossest one in the house.
Whether I’m lounging around in my workout gear or avoiding a mountain of laundry that smells like old cheese, I know that someone else in the house—be it my two tween boys or even our male pets—is always managing to be more disgusting than I am.
2. Soon, they’ll reach the top shelves for me.
As a vertically challenged mom (a term I borrowed from a sitcom), I’ve come to terms with the fact that my sons will soon tower over me. And rather than lamenting that day, I look forward to it! No longer will I need to precariously balance on an old kitchen chair or leap through grocery store aisles to get that box of granola bars from the highest shelf.
3. My household is blissfully free from boy band drama.
In fact, I doubt my boys even know that Zayn left One Direction. Or that there was a Zayn in the first place!
4. No long waits to meet princesses at Disney.
While I might endure a wait for my kids’ enjoyment, my sons have no interest in meeting Disney princesses. When we visited Disney World after watching Frozen, they were more excited about rides than meeting Anna and Elsa. Honestly, I can’t say I mind avoiding a long line when I could be enjoying Space Mountain instead.
5. I’m discovering new interests.
My 11-year-old is a big car enthusiast, and although I never would have given classic cars a second thought, he’s opened my eyes to their beauty. I now follow Instagram feeds dedicated to iconic BMWs, inspired by my son’s passion. It’s a unique way for us to connect, and it’s sparked a new dream of owning a classic car someday.
6. We share a similar sense of humor.
With a sense of humor that fits somewhere between that of a 12-year-old boy and a stand-up comedian, I find that I’m well-equipped to raise boys. We bond over classic SNL skits and ridiculous podcasts, embracing that eye-rolling humor that often accompanies life with teenage boys.
In an alternate universe, there’s a version of me raising daughters who probably enjoys eight hours of sleep and has a personal chef. But in this reality, I embrace a home filled with smelly socks, classic car admiration, and a well-timed fart joke. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Summary
Raising sons brings unique joys and experiences. From less drama to discovering new interests and sharing a similar sense of humor, there’s much to celebrate in the journey of motherhood with boys.
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