Okay, so, being a boy mom. What can I say? It’s like, the wildest ride ever. I remember when my little guy was just a toddler.

We started with the basics, you know? Trying to teach him to use the potty, getting him to eat his veggies, the usual stuff. But, oh boy, was it a mess!
- First off, potty training. Let me tell you, that was an adventure. We had more accidents than successes in the beginning. I spent days cleaning up little puddles all over the house. It was like a never-ending cycle of laundry and mopping. But, we kept at it. I got a little potty seat, made a big deal out of every successful trip, and eventually, he got the hang of it.
- Then there’s the eating thing. Getting a little boy to eat anything green? Forget about it! I tried everything. Hiding veggies in his favorite foods, making funny faces on his plate, even bribing him with dessert. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t. I learned to pick my battles. If he ate anything at all, I counted it as a win.
As he grew older, the challenges changed. It was less about bodily fluids and more about, well, everything else.
- One day, he decided he was Spider-Man. He climbed on everything – the furniture, the counters, even the trees outside. I spent half my time making sure he didn’t break a bone!
- And the noise! Boys are just naturally loud. They bang on things, they yell, they make all sorts of weird sound effects. My house went from being relatively quiet to a constant state of chaos. But, I realized that it is the sound of life, of joy, so I endure it.
- But the real issue was when he started school. Suddenly, I was dealing with homework battles, friend drama, and the dreaded school projects. I can’t tell you how many times I stayed up late helping him build a volcano or write a book report.
Being a “Boy Mom” is definitely a learning curve
I had to learn to let go a little, to let him make his own mistakes, even if it meant a few bumps and bruises along the way. We also had a lot of fun. We played in the dirt, built forts, and had epic water balloon fights. I even learned how to play video games, just so I could connect with him on his level.
Being a boy mom has taught me so much. I learned to be more patient, more resilient, and definitely more flexible. It’s not always easy, but it’s the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. I get to be his first love, his protector, his biggest fan. And really, he will be my hero even if it is just in my eyes, no matter what, I will always be his mom.
And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Being a boy mom is an adventure, a challenge, and a whole lot of love, all rolled into one messy, beautiful package.