I'm a boy mom. I think I always knew that was going to be the case. I wanted daughters but somehow I knew it wouldn't happen. The big clues: I am awful at doing hair. I have never been able to do a good job at make-up. I never minded dirty little hand prints, cleats in the front room, or milk drank straight from the jug (okay, maybe I did mind that last one!). I went to Little League, CYO basketball, youth soccer, and volleyball games and cheered my boys at every turn. I can name all of the Ninja Turtles and the Power Rangers, can turn a Transformer car in to a robot in 10 seconds flat and I don't even acknowledge obnoxious body noises. Along the way my boys learned how to wash their own uniforms, cook their own dinner in the microwave and that no one was going to pick up after them so they needed to do it (or not do it) themselves.As a reward for being such a great mom(patting myself on the back here) I have been blessed with two beautiful daughters-in-law. I think I must have done okay teaching my boys to respect strong women because these girls are awesome! They are beautiful, loving, strong and bright. And I love them.
Last night we went together to a card class. On top of all their other wonderful traits, my girls are talented too. Where I was all thumbs as I put together my handmade cards, theirs were turning out beautifully. But the best part was spending the evening with them. We had so much fun and there was no talk of any sport the whole evening. I think we will try to do a "Girls Night Out" at least one a month.
Maybe next time we'll go see a "chick flick". You know, something without a car chase or aliens.
