I didn’t grow up daydreaming about having little boys. Not that I had anything against them… I just didn’t have brothers so I didn’t think about them that much. I adored my Dad, but dads are…you know…men…

I laugh at my earlier self when I think about my short-lived panic when I discovered I was having a boy. A son! Why did that seem like a foreign word to me then? Being Mom to a boy is more awesome, challenging, wonderful and exhausting than I ever could have imagined. I wouldn’t trade it for anything!


 

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Birthing my son, Sam, almost five years ago totally changed my world. Even though I’ve lived most of my life without him, it somehow seems like he has always been here; he has brought such richness to life that I can’t imagine it without him.

From talking with other moms I realize I’m not the only one who has been surprised at how sweet AND headstrong boys can be. The unending boy-quest to figure out how things work is amazing—it sparks fresh curiosity even for sometimes tired mamas.

Boys keep you on your toes; how do they think of all those things to get into?! Did you ever think of telling your son NOT to take the screws out of the door knobs? Me neither.

Boys like a challenge. How else can you explain climbing as high as a cat on the cupboard or the sledding attempt off the garage roof? Guys enjoy competition, too (that must be why they love to wrestle as soon as they’re near another boy their size)…and everyone wants to be a winner. Contrary to what I’ve heard, boys do care if they look good; why else would my son wear a bowtie and think he needed to trim off his eyebrows?

Boy humor is different from girl humor. It is. Who knew that sounds, smells and bodily functions could produce such hilarity? That…boy earthiness…reminds moms not to take themselves too seriously as they go about the glorious business of raising a little man who all-too-soon will be a grown man.

Some days I look at Sam and wonder if I’m equipping him with everything he’ll need to become a man of integrity, wisdom and joy. I want him to love and be loved. However he comes to define success, I want him to experience it fully in a life of wholesome adventure. My quest to help him gives my own life more depth and focus.

Having a son helps me remember that everyone was some mother’s baby once. We all came here tiny and helpless and precious. Somehow that helps me be more kind, more patient, more loving. Sam not only made me a mom, he is helping me to be my best self. That’s quite a big deal for such a little guy.


Stephanie Keeping is a wife to Mike, mom to a boy named Sam, a blogger, and an Etsy-preneur. She celebrates boyish charm at Spaceships and Laser Beams, where she talks about all things boy and birthday party. You can connect with her on Facebook, Google+, Pinterest, Twitter and on Etsy.