After having three girls, when I found out I was having a son, other moms chimed in with tons of wisdom.
They told me to be quick with the diaper changes or I’m bound to get peed on. (I did. At least twice.)
They told me to prepare for climbing, running, growling, and dirt (lots of it).
They told me no one would love me like a son, not ever. “It’s different than with a girl,” they said.
One mom told me how her son would cradle her face in his tiny palms and say, “You’re bootiful, Mommy.”
And another mom told me her son announced he was going to marry Mommy when he grew up. When she explained that Daddy had already married her, the little boy scowled and said “Dad’s lucky.”
Mom after mom told me that no one treasured her as unconditionally or completely as…
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