I never imagined having a son. I always thought I’d have two little girls, and when I miscarried a boy and then had a daughter, I figured I was meant to have two girls.
Then, when I was pregnant in 2006 with my second child, I sat in the ultrasound room with my husband when I found out that I was having a boy. And honestly? I didn’t know what in the world to do with a boy. I have a sister and never grew up with little boys. I was worried.
My little guy came out later that year and was the most perfect little baby ever. I had a love for him that I couldn’t even imagine. And, he was perfect, so very perfect.
To which everyone always replied, “Moms and Their Boys”.
Yes, I do have a special bond with that little man. He’s four now, and while he’s independent and daddy-addicted, he’s still my little baby. Is this “moms and their boys” thing true? Why is that bond so strong?