Tuesday, February 19, 2013

My Boys....

I AM the luckiest, most blessed really, mom in the entire WORLD!

Every single mom (parent) out there knows and truly believes that they she the luckiest and most blessed when it comes to her children. It should be like that! 

We were given the opportunity and most fantastical responsibility of having a human being grow inside of our bodies. We nurture that baby and love him or her from the moment we know we have a Mini-Me growing inside us. 

I know, for me, I immediately fell in love with all my children when I new I was pregnant. Each and everyone of my boys came into my life exactly when I needed them to. I always tell them they were meant for me (and dad). That God gave them to me when I needed them most. That God knew that I needed to have boys and not girls. That God knew exactly who was to be born first, second and third. 

My oldest definitely takes us on new experiences each and every day. He is just like his dad, in physical appearance and personality.  I am learning how to handle and deal with new situations as they arise. The biggest one I am dreading is "The Talk". Oh boy... He is only 9 years old so we may have a little bit more time but as with all things go when they are in public schools, he is beginning to hear things. The good thing is, is that he will talk to me albeit full of shyness and ickiness but he still talks to me. 

My second, me sweet second boy, he is such a clown. He makes me laugh all the time. He is truly a very compassionate little boy. He is very sensitive, just like his momma, and very caring. I have learned that we have to handle situations a tad bit different with him. He struggles a lot with still wanting to be a baby and being a big boy and he is 7 years old! 

Finally, my youngest, my wild child, my third born. He came into my life EXACTLY when I needed him to. He saved me from a stressful job that would surely have given a mental breakdown. When I found out I was pregnant with him, I wondered how I would do it! Though, I knew I wanted a 3rd child. My body wanted it and I wanted it. I just wasn't sure I was quite ready. But as with all things go, you're given things whether you are ready for it or not. He is definitely a different experience than my oldest two. Parenting him takes me to a different level. 

Now, all my boys are close in age. My oldest two are 2 years apart and there's a 3 1/2 year difference between my second and third. While this is sure method of going gray early and pulling out your hair, I wouldn't change it for the world. I LOVE the fact that they are growing up so close and have each other in their lives. My dream for them is to be best friends for ever, BFF's. I want them to know that they can rely and count on each other for everything. After all, that is what brotherhood and family should be about, right? Being there no matter what. 

Well, my point of this post is, as I was helping my boys wash their hair yesterday and I was looking into my second's sweet little face, I had a feeling of complete peace and joy come over me. It was like an AHA! moment. My heart swelled with overwhelming love. I was awestruck with how much I love these boys and the lengths I would go through just for them. I mean, I would do ANYTHING for them. ANYTHING! That is when I knew that I truly am the luckiest and most blessed mom in the world. My boys were meant for me as I was meant for them.

Unconditional love, for me, is the love I have in my heart, mind, and soul for my boys. 

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