Boy Mom


Yesterday I found out that I’m officially a “boy mom.”

That’s right. Dos is a little BOY. And while there’s always the possibility of a girl {or girls} in the future, at least for the time-being, I am a for-real BOY mom. And I’m outnumbered three to one in my house!

This doesn’t altogether surprise me. Adam and I were both sort of expecting another little bambino. It does tickle me, though. If you knew me as a little girl, it would probably tickle you too. I was as prissy and girly as they come.

If you knew me as a child, you probably would have expected that I would one day be a mama. I loved to play house and often even pretended that I was a preacher’s wife {laugh}. I constantly had a baby doll on my hip. I even asked for a mini-van just like my mom’s {but my size} for Christmas one year. Mom informed me that she didn’t think the elves could make a child-sized mini-van. To which I knowingly retorted, the elves can make anything. Bless. The point is, I’ve always been sort of maternal.

But the majority of my dolls and imaginary children were girls. Girly girls, at that. They all had overly feminine names like Samantha, Felicity, Victoria, and Megan-Rose. And I pampered them and doted on them and treated them like delicate little angels. There wasn’t much rough-and-tumble play or little-boy shenanigans in my imaginary world.

There were, however, a few in my real world. Shrieks resonated through the condo our family had rented at the beach one summer week when I came into the upstairs bedroom to find my porcelain princess Megan-Rose strung by her neck from the blind strings. Little brother shenanigans!

Will is the one who scaled the side of the house in the middle of the night, roller-bladed down hills backward, rode on surf-boards attached by rope to moving vehicles, and amazingly, lived to tell about it. Jenny was the one who could tell you anything you wanted to know about any sport at age 10 and, better yet, could tear almost anyone up at any sport. I was scared to even play tee ball.

But they’ll probably both end up with girls. And here I am with a soon-to-be house full of boys. God seems to have a sense of humor like that.

I’m glad he knows what we need better than we do. I probably would have given myself two girls first, just like my mom had. But He knows I need two wild little Rice boys. And he gave me just the man’s-man of a husband I need to help raise them!

I never in a million years imagined just how much I would love and adore my first little Mr. Boy. It makes me so excited to fall in the love with my second.

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Little Boy #2, we’re so glad we now know that it’s YOU. Your Doc-Doc says Mama is destined to live in world of men :). At least for now, that’s surely the truth! And I couldn’t be more excited. What a wild adventure it will be! We love you so much already!

One thought on “Boy Mom

  1. Sweet Rice-Bambino Dos,

    This is your fun Aunt Martha. You are such a lucky little fella, but I definitely thought, dreamed even, that you were going to be a girl. Needless to say, I am thrilled to hear about your coming. Once again, your mama really caught me off guard with the announcement of your arrival. At least this time I could form some sort of response.

    You need to know that you are about to be welcomed by one of my favorite families ever. They’re lots of fun and will always do their best to point you to Jesus. Take heed, little one. I will also aim to point you to the Cross….and will be the one to let you do all the things your mama won’t…like drink coke and eat junk food and watch lots of tv when you should be studying!

    I’m praying for you as you “cook” and your mama, daddy, and the Lukester as they prepare for your arrival. Selfishly, I’m also praying for your famjam to move south so I can get my hands on you and Luke more often. Already love you big, little guy!


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