Sons

Listening to the news the past few days it is all about the Royal Birth.  The new baby boy of Prince William and Kate.  It is an exciting time for a new mother, but there is a lot of fear that comes along with it as well.  I know we are not to fear, and that fear is a tactic of our enemy, but if a new mom is not a little scared then they are probably not being honest.

Raising sons is not clean.  Yes, my boys have peed off the front porch.  And the back porch too.

They pour a large glass of milk.  Drink half of it, then leave the rest sitting on the table.

You tell them for the Nth time to _______________ (fill in the blank with millions of options: Take out the trash, brush their teeth or hair, unload the  dishwasher, etc.)

You give them advice like “Stay away from girls, they are bad” and “Minimum age for marriage is 25”, hoping they do not get their hearts broken and have the best possible advantage on life when they make a lifelong commitment.

When you talk to them about respecting girls and themselves, you get the “I Know Mom”.  But you tell them again anyway for good measure.

You pray for them to be respectful and a leader, a good husband and father.

But there is a lot of heartache in being a Mom of sons too.  Things that I did not realize would hurt my heart so much.

When you have to leave your son in a hospital in the care of someone else.

Sitting up with a toddler all night with croup.

Seeing them off to Kindergarten on the first day of school.

Driving.

Dating. UGH.

Graduating.

Getting married.  No one ever told me how much that hurt.  Letting a son go, even though you know in your heart that he is with someone who loves him and will take care of him, it is hard letting go.  You have spent your life taking care of him until now, and now you have to let go.

But most of all there is so much JOY in being the Mom of sons.

His precious first smiles.

The home runs.

The milestones in school.

When they insist on opening the door for me.

When they tell me they love the daily texts of Bible verses.

Seeing how great they are with kids.

Watching them serve others.

Praising their achievement of an A, when they did not think they could do it.

Being thankful that they have a job and pay their cell phone bill, car insurance, car payment and their own gas.

Sharing their excitement when they get the job they wanted.

And so much more that I have yet to experience.  I thank God for them, I pray for them, I LOVE them.

So Sons, we Moms (and Dads) will make many, many mistakes.  We want you to grow to be better men and parents than we were.  We have good hearts, we want you to keep Him first, pray that you will never have hard times (although you will), and only want the absolute best for you.  So when we tell you for the Nth time, or tell you again for good measure, or many other things…just give us a hug and tell us you love us.  

All my boys.

All my boys.