When I was growing up I wanted all boys. I was convinced they were easier than girls. Girls come with SO much drama, isn’t that what everyone says? Boys can be a little crazy when they’re little, but smooth sailing through the teenager years. Shortly after we were married my mind changed. Something about having a daughter seemed special. I am so glad that God has given me at least one of each. Experiencing the best of both worlds is such a joy.

There is one thing that is for sure when it comes to having a little boy, I know nothing about little boys. They are crazy, and hyper, and loud, and wild, and just so much boy. I cannot count how many times I have found myself saying I do not understand anything when it comes to boys. I have no idea what is going through his mind when he does certain things. His imagination is at its best when it dreams up crashing, and falling, and loud noises, and fast racing. “Mom, play cars?” is really not just driving the cars peacefully around, it’s crashing into everything in sight and falling over. I don’t quite get it.

It’s true that I will probably never understand the way a boy thinks, I’m not a boy. But as the mom of a boy, I will do everything in my power to allow him to express it and not suppress it. Boys need to be boys. The rough and tough nature I don’t understand, the nature that can drive me a little crazy, is exactly what is going to be appreciated in him one day. God created little boys this way for a purpose, and as his mom I need to allow him to express that. I need to embrace all things boy.

So I teach him when and who with he can wrestle. I fall on the floor over and over until he can’t stop laughing. We crash cars into things and build towers just to knock them down. I let him get dirty (even though he doesn’t like it very much) and I let him be daring. Being the mom of a toddler boy can be a little scary sometimes and also a little dangerous. But I am so thankful for everything I am learning about this little boy and I am embracing it every step of the way.