Hello All Boy Moms!

Let me take this time to let you get to know a little bit about me. My name is Nicole I am 28 years old and I am a boy mom of 3 wild, sweet, active, and all around amazing little boys! This post is to share how I became a #boymom and to give you an insight of me as a mom and my children. My oldest son is Shawn, I had him when I was 21 years. He is the one that made me a mommy and the first love of my life. Shawn is currently 7 years old and a first grader. He is smart beyond his years, very independent, and has the purest heart. He is my most challenging so far because (insert sarcastic tone here) he absolutely knows way more than his father and I could ever hope to know. I constantly say he puts me in my place as a mom. Just when I think I have it all figured it, here comes my 7-year-old to bring me back down to reality. Maybe it’s because he is the oldest and the first one to do all the things that makes it seem like he is the most difficult. Ill let you know in a few years when the others are his age. One thing is for sure he was meant to be a big brother and he takes that job very seriously.

Next is my 4-year-old Liam. He is so very different then my first born. I remember being pregnant with him and someone telling me that “you never get the same baby twice.” Boy were they right. Liam is my sweet little snuggler. Whatever I say is gospel truth in that boys’ eyes, and he would fight in a heartbeat to defend my honor. He is for sure my mama’s boy, even though he loves to a mini me to my husband. He is a little too girl crazy for my liking at his age. This boy is going to break hearts one day and I would like to formally apologize on his behalf.

Lastly is my baby Jaxon. Now let me do some explaining. Never in my life did I imagine that I would be a mom to all boys. There was no telling me that there would be a chance I wouldn’t have girl. So, after having Liam I said I would try for a third time for a girl and if it didn’t happen then, I would be done. Then came along Jaxon. The story of how I felt having a third boy is for a different time. Jax is 2 years old and his birthday is the day before mine. He is by far the greatest gift I could have ever asked for. You would think by my third I would be prepared for anything thrown at me. But Jaxon is a breed of his own. Back to that quote that you never have the same baby twice. Well in my experience that holds very true for all 3.

He is my wild child. Anything and everything he could possibly get into that could seriously injure him or worse, he tries at least once. He keeps me on my toes ALL day long. Along with all this comes a whole lot of attitude for such a little body, and by little body I don’t mean that he is small. He is almost just as big as his 4-year-old brother. This kid is growing at alarming rate. When all I want him to do is slow down and be my baby for just a little bit longer. I often jokingly say that he is going to eat us out of house and home. Please send help when he is a teenager (lol). He keeps life interesting and so much fun to our family.

When Shawn was a little over one year old, I quit my job and became a stay at home mom. Thank you to my husband for supporting me and giving me the chance to do the job I always dreamt of doing, being a full-time mom. I by no means have it all figured out. No mom does. We are all just trying to raise these little humans to be good people one day. When it comes to me as a mom I have been told that I am perfect for raising boys. Whatever that means. All I know is that I consider myself pretty easy going but at the same time my kids know that I expect them to be polite and respectful. They can play and be “boys” but they know that is a time a place. I am constantly thinking of the men they will become. I want them to grow up and know that their partner in life is not going to clean up after them, and they are responsible for the words that come out of their mouth and how that might affect someone.

My hope is to raise them to be the type of kid who will go sit with the kid sitting alone during lunch. I want them to always be nice because you never know what someone else is going through. Ultimately, I hope they grow up to be proud of the person they are and the impact they left on everyone they came in contact with. At the end of the day my kids and I are friends. I know people have a lot of opinions on that but, they know they can come to me with anything but also know to respect me as their parent. Although I never planned to be a boy mom, I do have to say it sure is fun. In my house I am the only girl and they all treat me like I am the queen. My oldest two have been doing tee ball/ baseball for couple years now. Shawn has had an arm on him since birth. Everyone would always tell me that he was going to be pitcher one day. Cut to this past year and his first year in farm ball, he pitched for his team. Sports and school is where that kid thrives and he constantly makes me proud of his accomplishments. At the current moment the interest of all the boys is quads and dirt bikes. They would ride them all day long, given the opportunity. I only sometimes cringe in fear that they are going to end up hurt. Boys toys are a lot of fun to play with.

If you have read this far and cared about anything, I have had to say thank you. I hope to share my experiences and if even just one person can relate that would be great. To all moms out there you are doing great. We can all get through this with the support of each other. To all BOY moms out there I don’t know this for certain, but I am sure it will all calm down one day. Way to go on keeping that little boy alive, despite his best effort.