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
Today I picked up a photo book I put together of pictures and memories from early on to the end of our dog’s life. Neither my husband or I had a dog growing up so getting one along with having young boys, I was asking for more work. What was I thinking? I remember at the beginning, fifteen years ago, this puppy then followed me around the house, just like a toddler. I remember it driving me crazy. 
I was done with that stage and yet I am back in this mode. The puppy stage! Yikes. Perhaps ignorance on our part, too, and trusting this animal in my house with wood floors and a potty mishap. I was so done.
While my husband and boys bonded with this dog, I had not. With the urine accident, a day off work, we had a meeting of the minds. I told this sweet, beautiful dog that this was not to happen ever again. Strangely enough, it did not. It was that day, we bonded. Just like correcting a child, you correct and then you love. Amazing.
I looked at her and said, okay, no more. It was time. I knew she was then ready although we were not, yet we were for her.
In just over twenty-four hours, three of us will be walking in for a dreaded appointment but only two will be walking out. Our precious Baby will be crossing The Rainbow Bridge. My goodness, how hard it is to make this decision and to carry it out. While I know it is the right thing to do, I hesitate and think well maybe one more day, one more week. The same result will come. It is time.
hard and will be so hard to not see or step over or around this bundle of love.
Just Pondering... 