In the early morning haze, my son, still wrapped in the remnants of sleep, reaches out for a hug. I eagerly pull him close, his sleepy grin lighting up the room. “Time to wake up, sweetheart,” I gently urge. As I try to free myself from his embrace, he protests with a soft “Noo.”
“Alright, one more hug,” I concede, but quickly add, “that’s enough. Up you go!” A few playful shakes elicit giggles, and then I switch gears. “Your clothes are on the floor. Brush your teeth and head downstairs!” I leave him to his routine, hoping I won’t have to make another trip upstairs.
Meanwhile, my younger boys, aged six and nine, are already downstairs, dressed and engrossed in their favorite game on the computer. Just as I’m catching my breath, my oldest sleepily drifts into the kitchen and snuggles against me, calling out, “Mama.”
It’s a moment I cherish, a reflection of my attachment to them. Occasionally, someone will jokingly remark, “Three boys? Just wait until they grow up; they’ll leave you.” I smile at their comment but can’t help feeling a little sensitive about it. While I know there’s a kernel of truth in their statement—young boys often shift their affections as they mature—I am determined to foster strong bonds with my sons.
My goal has been to nurture my boys into being ‘mama’s boys,’ and, for the most part, they’ve embraced this role. My youngest is a bundle of energy, still seeking my company as he plays the baby, which I love. My middle son has a fiery spirit and remains a clingy little shadow, always wanting to be near me. Yet, it’s my oldest who truly embodies the essence of a mama’s boy—an emotional soul who expresses his love openly and often.
There are moments I worry that I might be hindering their future relationships, but I remind myself that the best partners are those who respect and cherish their mothers. Eventually, my boys will grow up and start their own families, and while the thought of that day brings a twinge of sadness, I know it’s part of the journey. I’ll embrace the inevitable, albeit with a quiet tear or two, and do my best to win over their future partners.
At the end of the day, my oldest bursts through the door after school, arms wide open, exclaiming, “It’s been six hours since I hugged my mommy!” His brothers, always competitive, quickly join in the affectionate embrace.
Oh, these boys are going to break my heart.
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In summary, parenting boys is a rewarding journey filled with affection and emotional connection. While they may eventually grow and start their own lives, the bonds we create now will hopefully lead to respectful and loving relationships in the future.
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