It was probably around this time two years ago when my friend, Cassie, and I met for coffee with her then newborn, Charlie and Leo. I was pregnant with Nico, but we didn’t yet know his gender. A woman saw us in the corner of the store with both our boys and came over to tell us how special it was to be a boy-mom. She, herself, had two teenage boys at home and she gushed about the relationship she had with them. We didn’t know for sure back then, but I think both Cassie and I had an inkling that our destiny would follow right along with the boy mom track, to which we were correct. about a year after, I had little Nico, and this past month, Cassie welcomed baby Alex to the boy-club.
Here’s the thing…if you know me, you know I always wanted girls; bows and ballet was my thing. Being a boy-mom threw me. It’s something I never thought I wanted until God gave me two of the most precious boys in the world and left me questioning why I never knew that this is what I needed. Sure, I still get a little bit of anxiety thinking about all the mother-daughter things I’ll miss out on, but for those reasons, I am happy to have friends like Cassie who I can connect with on that (and go shopping while our boys are on the golf course). Being a mom to brothers who are close in age leaves me in awe daily. How they can be so sweet to one another and best friends is so special, and if Alex is anything like Charlie, I know Cassie will witness the same…I mean, Charlie shared his Paw Patrol friends with Alex which is the absolute truest form of love a 2-year-old boy could display.