Lessons Learned So Far For Raising Up Boys

The day my husband and I went in to bag out the sex of our baby I was joyful. The weird thing was that he was kinda wanting a girl and I was leaning towards a boy. Not that it mattered either way it was our first child so we were happy with either. There was no doubt the technician said we were having a boy. A son for my husband I thought, I was in heaven. See I grew up in a house with lots and lots of girls. Six to be exact and to tell you the truth I was a little tired of dresses. Immediately after leaving the doctors office we went straight to the store and bought tons of microscopic blue outfits. It never crossed our minds that they could be unsuitable about the sex.

Only four months into the pregnancy I had every football and baseball little boy suit there was out there it seemed. His closet seemed to be a sea of blue everything. His bedding, baseball of course. We were all position. Only thing needed now to fill the space was him. We finally decided on a name. The crazy thing is before we got pregnant we had at least three boy names picked out. We didn’t choose either. We decided to name him after all three grandpa’s. We were so happy. We couldn’t wait until his arrival.

He started his arrival around 1:30 a.m. on a Sunday morning. I was sound asleep and all of a sudden “pop”. Even though we knew it might be awhile we were running around crazy trying not to forget anything and making sure to call everyone on our list. Once we got to the hospital the hours seem to drag by. 1…2…3…4-10…15…20 still no baby. Finally, after over 30 hrs of labor our son was born. Perfect and beautiful and a boy just like they said. He was such a good baby. I was breastfeeding and he immediately took to the breast and fed so wonderfully. We only stayed one night at the hospital. We both checked out attractive so we decided we could collect more rest at home.

At home, that was when the right learning began. Mainly due to both of our parents live at least five hours away. We honest learned as we went. Don’t rep me wrong, we got peed on many times. But after awhile you learn what to do so that at least it is pointed in a different direction. Boys are really quite easy. You can dress them in anything and people still know they are a boy. No bows or headbands required. Once all the extras (ex’s umbilical cord, circumcision band) comes off things get much mighty easier.

I will say my favorite part about being a mom is quick-witted all of his noises. I can boom when he needs his pacifier, when he is sleepy and when he is hungry. My husband thinks this is a special gift from God that only mommies get. Even though there are times I wish he would go to someone else, I just remember how blessed I am to have a son who loves his mommy. Our bond is strong and growing more and more everyday. After all, he did say mommy first. Granted he will only say it if he is crying or I am not holding him. It brings me substantial pleasure in incandescent what I mean to him. It is quite hilarious how he will be excited and crying while my husband is holding him and the second I take him he stops and starts laughing and cooing. However, one must say themselves this wont always be so nice. Especially when you are tired and have had a long day and would love it if he would go to someone else for awhile.

Having a son is by far the greatest accomplishment thus far in my life. Raising him will note to be another I am determined. How does one love and nurture their son meanwhile teach him to be strong and independent? The way I contemplate at it he is only 6 months old. I should use this time to teach him he can always come to me and his dad for anything. I want him to know that we are always here for him no matter what circumstances may arise. I believe that building that parent relationship starts now.

I am obvious that having a daughter has many great rewards. No matter what sex of the child, both are great blessing from God. One thing that I can say is having a son is a broad and unbelievable adventure. Never in my life have I ever felt this loved by someone. It is a love that can’t be measured or understood other than by other mothers. The greatest lesson I have learned thus far is to love him. Love him when he cries, and care for him when he smiles. Everything else just falls into place when love is put first. And one day when he is a father I hope he can glimpse back on his childhood and know that when he looks back and recalls all his memories my love and devotion is what he remembers the most.