My Boy Tribe!

I have been so nervous to do this. I mean, it’s really daunting plucking up the courage to do something new, never mind putting it out there for everyone to see. I am human, I’ve been guilty of worrying about what people might think and it’s almost made me back out so many times. However, after receiving lots of support and kindness from some inspiring mums with their own blogs (thanks girls), here I am…

So, here goes, my first ever blog post (I promise to keep it short and sweet) – it didn’t take me long to decide what my first post would be; after all, they are my main inspiration and reason for starting this blogging malarkey.

Being a mum of boys came pretty natural to me, which is surprising, considering when I was growing up there was only me and my sister; but then again I was never a girly girl, not until I reached adolescence anyway – in fact, I once asked my Dad if he was sad that he didn’t have a son and he said ‘I did have a son until you turned 12’ because I was such a tom boy. I’ve certainly made up for the lack of ‘girlyness’ since then; people are usually quite shocked when I tell them I wasn’t very girly growing up.

We had our first son in 2011 – we didn’t find out the sex during the pregnancy; we were probably too shocked and overwhelmed about becoming parents at such a young age to even think about it, we didn’t even discuss it. It wasn’t until after Joey was born that I realised I’d been subconsciously hoping the baby would be a boy, I remember the midwives saying ‘congratulations, it’s a boy’ and feeling so over joyed! Perhaps it was because there hadn’t been a baby boy born on my side of the family since my dad and his brothers were born (they all had daughters).

Anyway, 8 years later and two more little boys added, I now have my very own little boy tribe! I have come a long way – I can rhyme off every Marvel and DC character, I have watched all of the Spider-Man movies so many times I could recite every line and, now I’m bragging, but I even know what the off side rule means in football. (Go me!)

Let me tell you, being surrounded, certainly out-numbered, by boys is so much fun! It gets loud, it gets messy, it gets crazy and yes, it can be pretty smelly too (seriously, I’m actually so used to the toilet humour and fart jokes by now that sometimes I even catch myself laughing along with them). Oh, and while we’re on the subject of toilet humour, let’s not forget to mention that feeling only boy mums know; you know, the one where you go to the toilet and sit down, only to be greeted with wet thighs! Yuck! BOYS NEED TAUGHT TO AIM (or at least clean up after themselves) – as a boy mum it is our responsibility, and obligation, to their future spouses to teach them this important life skill; it goes along with teaching them to eat, drink, brush their teeth, walk and talk.

My boys are so loving and affectionate too; they are so protective of their own and they really do give the best cuddles in the world (they get that from their Daddy). They know how to melt me in 0.5 seconds flat and can do so on demand – Dayton in particular is so mischievous and cheeky but he can have me (and his Dad) wrapped around his little finger with just one look. That’s another thing to mention too, they are all so, so different – a lot of people have asked me if I’m disappointed at ‘having three the same’ (obviously referring to their gender) but just because I have three boys doesn’t make them in anyway ‘the same’. No child is identical to another, they all bring with them their own personality and little quirks. I am a mum of boys, but most importantly I am a mum of three very individual human beings – as I’m sure you’ll all find out.

T 🙂 x