The Curious Case of Two Boys


·         From the moment you date someone special, virtual strangers begin asking when you are going to get married


·         On your wedding day, family members ask when you are going to start a family


·         Once your first child is born, your public asks when you will try for a second


·         Once the second arrives, they only stop asking if you’ve had a boy AND a girl


If you’ve had 2 girls, their persistence for a boy will continue until you finally have one, even if it means procreating like the Duggar’s until you get there.

In my case, “The Curious Case of Two Boys”, my public is always telling me I have to try for a girl.  I do?  Says who?  Apparently says the universe, that’s who.  I am the resident queen of my castle with a loving king and 2 princes.  Yes, the boys outnumber the girls (or girl), but I like it that way.  I like that I hold the scared title of Mom, a name synonymous with all things comforting, cozy, yummy and loving.  My kisses have the power to heal every boo boo; my hugs mend every uncertainty.  I know you fellow Mommy Friends of girls possess the same healing and comforting powers for your daughters and your bond is equally special.  I do believe though that there is just something between mothers and sons, not in an Oedipus way or anything, eww!  Every girl who breaks their heart, every life lesson learned the hard way will always bring them back to mom.



Oh, to be the mother of two boys.  The rocks in my refrigerator, endless Lego’s in my dryer, Nerf guns, light sabers and injuries. 


There have been times I’ve mentally fast forwarded to my son’s wedding.  I see myself, unassuming, calmly observing the Mother of the Bride practically relive her wedding day.  I mean, this Mommy Friend would do the same is she had daughters but since I don’t, you might just find me off in a corner counting all the fat cash in my wallet for not having to sponsor the affair (tacky!).  I fast forward a little further to the birth of my grandchild and I will most likely be in the waiting room while my daughter-in-law insists her mother be with her in delivery.  I find it perfectly acceptable to hover on the sidelines during these milestones, because I’ll be there just in case.


I only pray that I continue to recognize, cherish and hang on to being synonymous with all things comforting, cozy, yummy and loving as long as I possibly can.  And I’d be OK if that lasted my entire life, not in an Oedipus way or anything, eww!

Comments

  1. That was so sweet! I know exactly what you mean! I was totally looking forward to having a third boy (except she turned out to be a girl!) Love, love, love my boys! And because I will be a mother-in-law someday to two lucky ladies (haha), it does make me try harder to be a good daughter-in-law right now. You know, karma etc! 🙂

  2. Great post. I hate those kinds of statements to people. I have a friend with 5 children, 5 and under. Only one girl. They are done, but I would have never commented or asked if they were. It’s not my busyness. People are rude and most just don’t know it.

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