Dear Boy Mom,
You may not know me. We are opposites. But while we are different, we are also so similar.
You see, I am a Girl Mom.
I have given birth to five (yes, five) beautiful, chunky, squishy, strawberry blonde baby girls.
I’ve never heard the words “It’s a boy!”
I’ve wrapped my baby girls in pinks and florals and I’ve clipped gigantic bows to the tops of their heads. I’ve watched my babies rock their dolls and play Barbies and play in my makeup. I’ve spent gobs of money on little girl clothes.
I’ve loved being a girl mom. I’m so thankful for my girls.
And I have no doubt you, Boy Mama, feel the same about your sons.
You’ve snuggled a sweet bundle wrapped in blue. You’ve watched a baby boy turn into a rough and tumble little man. Your house probably has trucks and cars and maybe smells a little different than mine. Your baby boy loves you differently, or so I’ve heard. Your little guy might be a mini version of his daddy. You might pick out matching ties for them and watch him play in the dirt and fight for no reason at all.
You probably love being a boy mom. I know you’re so thankful for your boys.
But, if you’re anything like me, you might have also loved to have the best of both worlds. But it might not look like it’s in the cards for you.
I know that feeling.
So we settle in and embrace the path in front of us.
And while our paths probably look completely different, maybe, just maybe, one day they might cross.
My oldest is eleven, and I know Sweet Sixteen will be here in the blink of an eye. And with it, my world will shift.
Dating, and phone calls, and texting. At some point, my sweet baby girl and your precious baby boy are going to grow into teenagers. And one day they might catch each other’s eye.
One day, my girl might talk about your boy. She might talk about how he makes her laugh or his big brown eyes. Your son might come home and tell you about a sweet girl with red hair.
If that happens, I want you to know, I’m teaching my daughter well.
I’m bringing her up to be respectful, honest, and confident. I’m encouraging her to be herself, to never be afraid of having an opinion, and to speak her mind. I want her to be strong. I want her to love God above all else.
I’m teaching her to have respect for herself.
I want you to know I expect my daughter to respect your son. I want you to know that while it may seem early for me to say this, I’m praying for your son.
Because truly, one day your son might become my Son-in-Law.
So, I’m praying that he is confident and respectful and protective of her. I’m praying he is strong and smart and honest and works hard. I know that he won’t be perfect, and neither will she, but I pray that they will be perfect for each other. I want him to love God first. I’m praying for the life they will have.
And I know the love that you are covering your boy with now, will help him become the man he will be one day. The man that might one day fall in love with my daughter.
I know that this is so far away, but Boy Mama, that little man of yours was just a baby yesterday. Although it seems far into the future, I know all too well that time is a thief. So know that while you cover him with love, I’m covering him with prayer. I know you are doing the work now. You are raising him so well.
So one day, if our paths should cross, know that I will teach my sweet girl to be kind to your handsome boy. I will welcome him into my home and love him too. Because even though I don’t have boys now, there is a place ready for the spot your son will fill in my heart. And I hope that my girl can do the same for you.