I will be his first kiss. I will be his first love. I will dry his first tears. I will give him his first hugs. I will be his first best friend. I will sing him his first songs. I will watch him grow and learn. I get to be his mom.
We are having a little boy! A noise with dirt on it, as I have heard tell! I have to confess, when we first found out our little kicker is of the male gender I was a little distressed. Not that I wasn't joyful to have a healthy baby boy inside of me, but...well, boy is a foreign word to me. I mean, I am married to a grown-up boy-turned-gentleman but I obviously skipped over the whole boyhood part of his life. I have not had much opportunity to spend time with littles of the opposite gender. The horror stories of being peed on in the middle of the night and having to explain to a preschooler why he can't just pull his pants down wherever he deems necessary make my eyes wide and my throat dry. And yet, I have to smile as I think about the joyous adventure that awaits me in the form of this little xy chormosome. I will most assuredly be kept on my toes in wonder and on my knees in prayer as I mama my new little man.
So here's to being stretched and grown as I venture into the territory of mamaing a little mancub. May God give me and the Hubs wisdom and discernment to raise him up to be a courageous, joyful, strong, and godly man someday. May we have many opportunities to laugh at boyhood antics and teach him God's love and goodness. May we exemplify to him that life is a joyous adventure and is best lived with faith, laughter, and buckets of unconditional love.