Grateful

Have I mentioned that I love these three faces.

Just a time or two, right??


Never, ever in my wildest dreams did I think I would be a mother to ALL boys. If you had told me this before I started having kids, I think I may have cried. I always imagined myself with a little daughter. Someone to doll up in pink, and headbands, and leggings, and nail polish. Someone to buy baby dolls for, American girls, Strawberry Shortcake and my little ponies. Someone who would let me sit behind her and run a comb through long locks. Someone who I can sit up with, long into the night and have a little mother/daughter heart to heart. Someone I could teach all my little tricks of the trade too. Teach her what I know about cooking, cleaning, laundry, homemaking.

Little did I know, Heavenly Father had a different plan for me. That plan included three little gentlemen. My boys. Just the phrase "my boys", sends a little tingle down my spine. How quickly my heart has changed. With each little boy that was placed in my arms, that sacred relationship between a mama and her son became more and more evident. My boys. My little men. I can't imagine life any other way. Thoughts of pink have been replaced with blue, and trucks, and trains, and phrases like "autobots, transform and rollout". I walk into a department store and my eyes travel right to the boy section. I could name every action hero, I am familiar with the phrase "all spark", I come home with Spider man bandaids and Cars toothpaste. No princesses here.

Surprised that I have all boys, yes, of course, I never expected that. But disappointed. Never. Not in a million years. I belong to a special club you see. An exclusive club for moms and their little boys. The little boys that pick me weeds, oh I mean flowers. Little boys that charge, and wrestle, and plow into one another. Little boys whose best friends are each other. Little boys who look at me, and our eyes connect and I know that I am the light of their little lives. Little boys who are learning from the absolute best example the way to treat a lady. Oh how I love being the mother to these little boys.

Their little spirits are making me who I am. They bring a purpose to my life. They have changed me, inspired me, transformed me. I canNOT imagine my life without them. I love them with a love so deep and fierce, it burns within me. I see their sweet faces, each as different as night and day and tears come to my eyes. They are a part of my forever family, and I am so grateful to be their mom.