My boys being crazy

You must have your hands full…

My boys

In a few months, I will cross the midway point of my thirties. By many accounts I should be lamenting this age and the loss of my “youth,” but instead I keep thinking about how young I’ll be when my youngest graduates from high school (50 in case you were curious).

I was a month shy of 23 when I had my oldest, and just shy of 32 when I had my youngest. Each time I went in for a doctor’s appointment with L (my youngest), when I would chit chat with a cashier, and when I arrived at the hospital the number one question I was asked was, “Is this your first?” I would smile, laugh a little, and reply with, “Nope! My fourth BOY!” The shock and horror that often replaced the inquiring faces was often followed with the statement, “Wow! You must have your hands full!” And followed by, “I can’t even imagine.”

Ummm…thanks? I didn’t ask you to, and I don’t need you to because it’s my reality. My life is crazy, and yes, when I found out I was having boy number four I cried inside a little, but not because I was having another boy, but rather because I wasn’t having a girl. Let me explain. I LOVE my boys, I wouldn’t trade them for anything, and I KNOW boys. After two you’re kind of an expert. The thought of having a girl terrified me. And this is where I saw God’s divine providence. They were tears of joy. I AM A BOY MOM.

Life is definitely busy, but I can honestly say my hands aren’t any “fuller” now than when I only had two kids. The two that were babies at the same time are now older kids who can help. I only have one toddler and the other three are in school. In fact, in another year I’ll have a *gulp* teenager. Woah! I think it’s safe to say that the days of “having my hands full” are yet to come. I mean let’s be real, I’m going to have three teenagers at. the. same. time. Three teenage boys who already have insatiable appetites, who will need uniforms washed, will need to get to practices, will be learning to drive, will want to date…you get the picture.

Then again, it really won’t be much different than it is now! 😉

So I guess my hands are full. But you know what? Full hands mean an overflowing heart. That is invaluable and it’s all I need to worry about.

My boys being crazy

 

Photos taken by Nicole of simplytoldphotography.com

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2 Replies to “You must have your hands full…”

  1. I love this!!!! There’s nothing like a house full of people to love!!!!! Especially a house full of boys!!!!! With all 5 of my pregnancies, we’ve always been team green….mainly because I never wanted to feel even a twinge of disappointment at hearing it was another boy….because I knew as soon as that baby was in my arms I wouldn’t care one bit it was another one wrapped in a blue blanket… When we were expecting our fifth I just knew it was another boy (strongest boy vibe I’d ever had!!!!!) I was shocked and floored when my husband said, ” You gotta girl, momma” …………And while It was love at first sight, I cried and went through a little bit of a morning period that I was no longer an all boy mom. That;s who I was. It was almost like I was changing identities. Sounds like you’re truly a blessed woman as there’s nothing like being loved and cherished by all those boys. I’m grateful for a wise Heavenly Father that knows exactly who and what each of us need! Excited to start following your blog and your life from Son up to Son down 😉

    1. Thanks for stopping by, Kristi! I must admit that I did have a brief period where I did have some disappointment that it wasn’t a girl, but not because I didn’t want a boy. It was more that the idea of having a “daddy’s little girl” wasn’t going to happen. I definitely know that God’s hand was at work, and I know 100% that we’re done having babies. We are, however, looking to adopt within the next couple of years, and while we are completely leaving that in God’s hands as well, all of my boys want a little sister to love on and protect. So, who knows? We may end up with a little girl, and I totally understand what you’re talking about. My brother has a little girl, and it’s completely foreign territory for me, which seems so silly considering that I am a girl! lol I am blessed for sure! And wouldn’t trade the stinky, sweaty hugs and kisses I get every day for anything.

      Arent’ you glad we don’t have to have it figured out?

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