I remember the day as clearly as if it was yesterday.  I’m in the hospital.  I’ve just given birth to my second son.   It’s in that weeee hour of the morning, when all is quiet - like 4:30 am.  Brand new baby boy in my arms.  I’m looking at his beautiful face and I have a true epiphany.  The light actually goes on for me.

I am the mother of boys.

At that point I realize -  I am a mother of boys.  And I am so happy.  I “get” boys.  I love the energy that is boys.  And no one can beat the mother-son relationship - that’s for sure.

But don’t you find that People say the most amazing things?  Upon having this second boy of mine - and I mean, no sooner was he in this world - and People were saying:  ”so now, I guess you need to keep trying for that girl!”.  As if this is the ultimate accomplishment.  

To those People - even today - I say ” I am blessed to be the mother of boys, and if I had 6 children - I think they would all be boys.  And I would love that”.

Then, some of those People roll their eyes (like I’m nuts) and say “ohhhh … boys” (some even cluck or tsk-tsk).  To which I say:  ”Yes! boys!”.

So, if you are the parent of one (or more) boys, don’t despair.  We’re in a secret, FABulous club.  And those not in “it”, just don’t get “it”.  And that’s ok.  We can smile our secret smiles, have our secret handshakes and start our own quiet revolution on how wonderful it is to have a pack of boys and all that testosterone in our house.

The first day of my blog. Lot’s of great blogging to do.  So many things to talk about … where to start, where to start.

How about with this single thought:

The Number One most monumental, life altering, best-thing I’ve ever done in my life was having my three boys! (ok, well, that’s three things - but you get the idea).

PS:  Thanks to hubby for embarking on this journey with me.