I have a nephew. I have a husband. What I don't have is any clue about raising a boy. What I know for sure is that my heart is full of love for this little monkey and I'm going to do the best I can to learn.
I ask his forgiveness in advance for being his own personal paparazzi. One that cannot be shut out by a gate because I live with him (ha!). Although I can't promise not to dress him up in silly hats or clothing that he may one day find objectionable in order to get a great shot, I'll try not to embarrass him too much.
Being a boy mom will likely mean that this cat will not be the only creature I will be forced to contend with in my home over the years. I'm bracing myself for bugs, worms and all manner of creepy crawlers (but, please Lord, not a fascination with reptiles!).
Being a boy mom will hopefully bring with it the promise I heard over and over since my 21st week of pregnancy when we found out 'the baby' would, in fact, be a HE..."Oh how wonderful! Boys love their moms."
This post was inspired by the always poignant and funny boy mom, Jill of Baby Rabies.