For Mother’s of Boys

Energetic mother, I have been thinking about you all day, I was you. I was a protective mom of one toddler age boy, once upon a time. I worried that the forces of the world were going to infect my perfect precious child. I worried about baby talk, gender toys, paint, pesticides, vaccines, racism, sexism, egocentricsm and a dozen other “isms” and then… my boy (or his two brothers that followed after) knocked out their teeth by force. My whole and perfect boys, they broke their bones. They rode bikes with no helmets, no hands, then no feet. The boys have skateboarded off mountains and off the roof.   I was called for concussion alerts by the ski patrol, the school nurses and several coaches. I have heard from principles and the police. (“There’s a man on the roof with a rifle!”…”uh, no …there’s a tall boy with a BB gun keeping rabbits out of his mother’s garden”)

So after some years and some tears while mothering I realize there are forces in the world to be concerned about, but there is a bigger force with in each of my sons. The fire and force of a young man’s passion, curiosity and aggressive nature you can guide for a while but with an ever-lightening touch.   After babyhood is gone most mothers of boys come around to this: We provide cuddles and calories and cheer loudly from the stands!

Love you my sons and my sister’s out there who are raising young men….

Julie and the boys2014