I’ve been a mum of boys for 11 and a half years. It’s been hard work, but I’ve pretty much enjoyed every second of it. There’s something special about boys.
Boys in the plural.
I LOVE having two boys.
Boys are kind of challenging. They’re noisy and they’re untidy. They’re muddy, they eat too much and they don’t care about personal hygiene. They leave socks under the settee, they kick footballs round the house and spend far too long on the Xbox.
But would I have them any other way?
No, I wouldn’t.
Sure, there are days when they leave me feeling drained. Days when I’m sick of the noise and the mess, days when I wish they’d just clean their teeth and get in the shower without being told 17 times beforehand. But they’re BOYS! It’s just what boys do.
I love the boy stuff. I loved the Thomas trains and the picture books about aeroplanes. Now I love the football, the rugby and the Scouts. I love that they love the great outdoors, that they are happy being muddy. That they can be a bit geeky and enjoy their maths and general knowledge.
Best of all, I love that there are two of them.
I love that they have each other.
I love that they are the best of friends.
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