I Joined the Circus

Being a boy mom, to me, is the closest thing to joining the circus without actually joining the circus.

Before having kids I did not specify if I wanted boys or girls, just a healthy baby. When I was pregnant with my first, I swore I was having a girl (not sure why because it was my first so it’s not like I had any knowledge of “knowing” what I was having) and was really excited but then found out I was having a boy and I was happy as well. I think because I had the cutest girl name picked out. I will forever hold that girl name close to my heart because you never know when someone else might need a girl name!

Soon after having my first, I loved being a boy mom because I immediately remembered that boys don’t have periods, mood swings, or attitudes. Boy, was I wrong! Both of my boys have mood swings and attitudes, galore! Those are of course wrapped up in 6 year old and 3 year old personalities. My nervous system has never been this out of whack and some days I feel like I am going to lose all of my precious marbles. Either loving on each other, wrestling, fighting, or chasing each other around the house. Constant chaos and madness, it seems like it never ends until their heads hit the pillows at night. Let’s not forget the toys, oh toys are EVERYWHERE and the throwing of toys. The loud noises that are a result of toys being thrown across the room and hitting a door or a wall. It’s always a surprise and no one day is the same as the day before. Most nights, I am in bed catching my breath because I have been non-stop since the minute they opened their eyes in the morning.

They climb all over me like I am playground; don’t worry they climb on their daddy too but he actually enjoys it. I, on the other hand don’t love it because stop pulling my hair and tackling me. It has been almost comedic explaining to my 6 year and 3 year boys that they cannot be rough with mommy like they are with daddy because mommy has girl parts that hurt when handled aggressively. I have had to explain to them they can be rough with each other and their daddy because they have boy parts that can handle aggression. I have lost count of how many times a day I say, “STOP climbing on me!”.

I didn’t know what I signed up for when they said “It’s a boy!”, both times but I don’t think I ever imagined this chaotic madness that engulfs me daily. But the love is so real and pure and raw. My boys have my heart forever and through all of the chaos and madness, I know I am their whole world right now. My nervous system will be on alert for quite some years but I wouldn’t have it any other way. There is a reason why I was granted the title ‘Boy Mom’.