For the Love of Boys: Bigger Picture Moment

Did you know that Batman adopted Robin?

Did you also know that a dog leash is actually a Batarang?

And...did you know that the "fort" made out pillows is actually the Batcave?

I have received a thorough education in boyiology these past four years.

And I'm loving every minute of it.

This wasn't an instantaneous love though.

In the beginning when I found out E was a boy, I was nervous.

I'm a girly girl and I know EVERYTHING about Barbies, and fancy dresses. But boys...boys baffled me. They were known to pee in your face {which has happened} and they play with gross things like dirt and worms {has happened}.

For those three years with E, I was comforted by the thought of "the next one", and that I might have a girl to share my Barbies with.

Then...the next one came.

We sat watching the ultrasound {all three of us} as the little baby squiggled and wiggled inside me. "Do you want to know the sex?" the tech asked us. I vehemently shook my head yes, and then came the words I didn't want to hear "It's a boy."

Now, I'm not diminishing the fact that I was overjoyed by this pregnancy and so excited to add another mini B2 to our family. However, I was sad.

And people knew. I had friends call and ask if I was ok. How I was holding up. I know this sounds terrible, especially to those that have experienced a loss, but to me it was. This was our last baby there would be no more trying.

I had the nursery designed {at least in my mind}, and THE PERFECT girl name all picked out.

It took months to wrap my head around it. I would be the ONLY girl in our family, even the cats are boys. I'd be surrounded by Star Wars, comic books, super heroes and basketballs. And my future would consist of dirty sweat socks and jock straps...YIKES!

I mourned for months over the fact that I would never have that Lorelai and Rory relationship, that shopping trips and spa dates weren't in my future.

It wasn't until I started decorating the nursery and looking at E's old clothes that the blessing fully gripped my heart and held on.

Now, after almost two years with my little redhead boy I couldn't imagine a life without him. He was born parallel to my dad's passing...a boy to carry on his memory.

And while it has been hard to give up playing with Barbies and knowing I'll never go wedding or prom dress shopping.

The love I feel for my boys is indescribable.

Thanks to them I'm learning new boyisms everyday. Things I NEVER would have discovered in a house full of girls. Like the fact that the blue light saber is Luke's and Darth Vader's is red.

So I embrace this boy love and hold it in my heart forever.

*Oh, and on the plus side I'll never have to have the thong conversation....hopefully.

Each Thursday, we come together to share the harvest of intentional living by capturing a glimmer of the bigger picture through a simple moment. And to spice it up a little, during the month of FEBRUARY, we’ll be reflecting upon the tender gifts of love that bring sparkle our lives.