Shout out to all my boy mamas! Don’t let the haters get you down. Boys rock! Being and having a brother is amazing! Mothering boys is rewarding and exciting and fantastic.
Since giving birth to my first son, Five Year Old, I couldn’t help but notice the diplomatically suppressed glimmer of hope in the eyes of friends, random acquaintances and people I’d met on the bus whenever our so-what-do-you-have conversation died down and they surmised: well, the next one will be a girl then! The funny thing is that I wasn’t looking for reassurance. I didn’t feel like there had to be a girl in order for me to feel happy. Or maybe accomplished or fulfilled was the adjective they had in mind. I wasn’t just totally fine, I was head over heels and in no need whatsoever of consolation. I knew, of course, that they were driven by pure kindness, wishing upon me what had felt to them like the greatest possible joy to be experienced in this life and I was touched.
And then I went ahead and got pregnant…
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