All is calm, all is well

I’ve never heard this song either. But I love it. Dang, you weren’t kidding when you said this post was weepy. As a mom to all boys, I get it. I do get it.

Wonderful song! Boys are….awesome! I have one child, a son. I love everything that makes him a boy. The loud, wild, jumping off furniture, and even his plain spokeness at 3.5 years old. I even love how one minute he can be running down the hallways in his underwear screaming at the top of his lungs from delight and then next be running to me and give me a hug. My mother in law raised three boys and now her first and only grandchild was a boy. I never have a desire to have a girl. I guess because I like wildness boys can be. I was never your typical girl growing up!!!

How sweet. I have never heard that song before. Thank you for the introduction. I am the mother of one girl and one boy and you are so right…there is just an inexplicable sweetness about little boys.

Great, Beck. Now I have to put myself to bed and weep for the rest of the day.

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Dangit woman, don’t DO that to me!

The mustache doesn’t start until he’s 9.

And, me too – I didn’t “get” little boys until I had them myself. There’s nothing sweeter, in a quiet, little-boy way.

I had so wanted boys because I taught junior high and was terrified of teen girls, but then I got boys and oh.my.word. The wonderfulness of them truly cannot be put into words.

Oh, what a charmer that song is. I’d never heard it before, and I thought I was the queen of obscure Christmas music.

As usual, you nailed it. I’m the mom to 2–soon to be 3–boys, and I’ve never really wanted a girl. My boys are such a delight.

It recently dawned on me too that this might be the last year my oldest (also 7) will have a little kid’s magical Christmas. And it made me more than a little sad. But I’m sure whatever comes next will be fun too. Right?

SOB. Mine is three, almost four, and I want him to never, ever grow up.

When I found out that our #2 was going to be a boy, I thought, “What in the world am I going to do with a BOY?” I was afraid that we wouldn’t bond as closely as my daughter and I. I couldn’t have been more wrong – the bond seems even stronger this time around. It may be in part that I now know firsthand how fleeting these infant days are, but I treasure and appreciate these moments more with my boy.

just this morning I was thinking about how I dont understand boys, and couldn’t imagine having one.

Despite spending my pregnancy swearing up and down that I didn’t care what we had…when the doctor said ‘boy’, I realized how secretly thrilled I was. And now, at 4 months, when he throws his arms around me and buries his little head in my neck, I can only hope that this cuddly baby will turn into a sweet boy down the road…A sweet boy who likes to splash in mud puddles with me. I’m lacking the appropriate adjective to describe how much I enjoyed this post, but thank you for it.

I hate you for writing this and making me click over to that song and cry, cry, cry. That 13 year old boy of mine? Totally gone. And Mr. 7 ain’t going to be right for it much longer. So I hate you for making me cry.