I had the pleasure of being a mother to two awesome boys. When I was growing up, I always thought I wanted a girl. I knew with my husband being from a family of all boys, the odds were pretty good for another boy. I decided against a third child due to caring for my parents while having toddlers. I was overwhelmed. Two was plenty and a joy but also hard work, as they keep you on your toes. I was responsible for these two and I hoped and prayed I would be a good mother.
I enjoyed each age and stages in their lives and so proud of them as they grew up, and still. Both are grown and successful in life with their professions. My oldest is married, celebrating their second anniversary in several weeks.
The other night, I again had to deal with the fact of being asked to watch their dog while they go do something fun with her parents this coming weekend. This was not the first time. While I do not mind, I would enjoy time with them, too. I had to laugh as I remembered my boss warning me before their marriage that I will lose him as a son and he was correct. Still, it hurts.
I know I am not the only one that gets sad in this scenario. Am I? As I tried to talk myself out of the pity party I was having, I thought I would just write about it. I was warned not just by my boss but my sister also having boys.
In having boys, I have to wonder and sometimes fret over my age, if I will need care or a nursing home. What will happen? I certainly hope my daughter-in-law loves me as much as I love her. I am in the role of watching others in this position and if the boys step up to the plate in caring for their aging parents.
So, if you have boys, you’ve been warned. lol