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Monday, April 25, 2016

Being a Boy Mom

Three and a half years ago, I was so excited to find out that I was pregnant with a boy.  My first child was a girl so for the first two years of being mom, I was all about girl things - headbands, fluffy tutus, Disney Princesses...basically anything girly.  You girl moms know what I mean.  I loved it.  Loved having a mini-me, and loved having a little doll to dress up and take photos of.

Knowing a boy was coming next, I was really excited for the stereotypically boy things to be added into the mix.  Cars, trains, football, you name it...I couldn't wait!  I always wanted a boy, and I knew we were going to have a special mother-son bond that was just as special as my mother-daughter bond, but completely unique in its own way.  There was also something special about having a mini version of my husband that I was so excited about.

The night before I was to give birth (I had a scheduled induction), a sense of panic set in.  What if I don't know how to raise a boy?  What if we don't bond?  Did we spend enough time with our first child?  Maybe we weren't ready for a second?  I also wondered if it would be weird breastfeeding a boy!  It's funny to think about where my hormonally out-of-whack mind went!

But as soon as Landon was born, the connection was instant.  I couldn't remember how my life was before him, and he had just been there a few minutes.
My husband would agree with me if I said that I'm pretty much obsessed with my son.
I'm wrapped around his little finger, and he gets away with so much naughtiness just with a smile.  And if he runs up to me with a hug and kiss, forget it...he can have my whole bank account.  Even more so if he says "I wuv oou mama".  MELT.
When Landon turned one, I was really emotional because I felt like the year went by so fast, and I missed a lot of it.  I didn't feel that way as much with my first daughter because she was the only child at the time so she got all of our attention.  But with Landon being the second child, and being such a laid back child at that, he just didn't end up getting as much attention.  He was the EASIEST baby.
A few months after his birthday, I left my day job.  I was missing too much and couldn't take it.  I really got to know every little bit of his personality in depth as soon as I was able to be home with him more.
He is physical and rough, but he's also sweet and sensitive.  He has no fear when it comes to climbing, or jumping, but he hides behind me when he meets new people.  He can play with the meanest T-Rex one second, and play with Queen Elsa the next.  He is a jokester, and has a twinkle in his eye when he's being naughty.
Landon just turned three years old last month, and this birthday really made me realize how quickly he is moving out of the toddler stage and into the little boy stage.  He was recently potty trained so not wearing diapers is a reminder that he is growing up. But he still calls me mama and still has a bit of a speech delay, which I'm holding onto as my last bit of "evidence" if you will, of him being little.   I was talking to some girl friends recently about knowing that one day soon he will call me mom instead of mama, and when that time comes, a part of me will be sad.  Mom just sounds so much more grown up than mama.

When I was browsing Pinterest, I found some quotes that I loved.

Was it Monica on Friends that told her son "I'm going to love you so much that no woman will ever be good enough for you"?   Haha!  If so, then I am totally Monica.
I hope Landon grows up to be a strong and confident young man.  I hope he treats women with respect.  I hope he finds his passion in life.  I hope he is best friends with his daddy.  I hope he is always protective of his sisters and takes care of them.  I hope he never gets too old to let mama hug and kiss him.  Because I will.  A LOT.  Mama loves her little man!


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