I'm a boy mom

I'm a boy mom. This is something I honestly have to keep telling myself. After almost five months, I am fully aware that we have a baby boy. The spit up stains, poopy diapers and endless bottle washing remind me daily that we have a baby and I wake up every day thankful that I get to be his mom. What I have a hard time trying to visualize is that we do in fact have a boy. Since I'm being honest, I should say that I am more comfortable with girls. I am a girl. I have three nieces. All of my friends have girls.

Boys are a whole different ball game. They're loud. They're messy. They don't. stop. moving. They play with legos and trucks and salamanders. I know princesses and Barbies and tea parties. I play dress-up and paint nails and love going to the American Girl store.

I also know that this boy certainly has my heart. He always will.

I may not know every piece of equipment at a construction site or the names of Thomas the Train's friends, but I can promise you this much- I will learn. I will learn all the powers of the superheroes. I will learn what makes rockets fly. I promise not to scream too much the first time you catch a frog. I will kiss your scraped knees and try not to freak out the first time we drive you to the emergency room with a broken arm from climbing a tree. I am your mom. I will take you on field trips to the fire station and listen to your stories about things exploding. I will be on the sideline of every sporting event and learn the best way to get out grass stains. I will learn how to build sand castles and how to smash them down. While I realize we may not wait in line to see the princesses on our trips to Disney World just yet, I can promise you that I will learn how to build the biggest tower that Lego-land has ever seen.

I'm a boy mom. I'm Finn's mom. And I wouldn't have it any other way.