What is the best thing about being a mother of boys?
Little boys are in love with their mommies.
My boys don’t love pretty little things like girls do. But they do love pretty little girls. They dote on them and dish out compliments, such as, “you’re as pretty as a flower.” The little girls aren’t always used to being doted upon, though, and one such compliment brought one of their little lady cousins to tears. “Mommy,” she cried, “he said I’m like a tulip. I’m not a tulip…I’m Natalie!” It brings to mind the nursery rhyme “Georgie Porgie” who kissed the girls and made them cry. The one lucky girl who receives the most, and the best, compliments though, is me.
My eldest used to say to me at least once a day, “You’re pretty and beautiful forever, even when you die!” I gave my four-year-old a hug today, after which he looked at me and said, “I’m glad you’re not dead.” Boys are rowdy and dirty and love to play with guns and swords, but despite not being phased by blood, bad guys and talk of dying…they are so sweet and sensitive in their own boyish way. I treasure every compliment I get from them, and save the love notes they pass me. Just a few days ago my six-year-old gave me this poem:
Moms are nice.
Yes they are.
Especially my Mom.
She is nice and beautiful.
I took the boys hiking yesterday and my #2 stopped to pick flowers for me almost as often as I stopped to take pictures…and that means a lot. He picked up the habit from his older brother, who began the practice of picking flowers for Mommy when he was four. Yesterday, I wound up with an abundance of sunflowers and little purple wildflowers in my hair, in my pockets, and in my bag.
My first grader still lets me send him off to school with a hug and/or kiss, and lets me hold his hand when I pick him up. I don’t know at what age boys fall out of love with their mothers, or at least stop expressing their affection so openly, but I will happily receive the constant stream of complimets, poems, flowers and hugs until then.