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Monday, January 5, 2009

I've spent most of my 29 years trying to decide whether or not guys were worth all the time us women put into them. This is something I wrote a few months ago and I think it pretty well sums up how I feel about the whole thing...enjoy!


When I was 5, I was sure that I would never love a boy. I mean they all had cooties, they always pulled your hair when you weren’t looking, and they never wanted to play “house” on the playground. I remember my mom always telling me that no matter how mean the boys were I had to be nice to them, but why did I have to do that? My five year old mind just could not fathom being nice to some mean, smelly, cootie infested boy! Yes I was pretty sure that loving a boy was not in my future!


When I was 16, I was adamant that I would never love a boy. Oh sure when you’re 16 everything is all about boys, in fact a teenage girls life revolves around 3 things; boys, shopping, and boys, but for some reason I just knew that I would never love one of them! I remember my first “real” boyfriend. My whole world revolved around him; I ate, slept, and breathed HIM, it was sad! And then we broke up, and what used to be this warm, happy, fuzzy feeling when I thought about him turned to this dark, hateful, terrible feeling! That was the nail on the coffin so to speak, and that’s when I knew that my suspicions were right…I was adamant that I would never love a boy!


When I was 22, I was fairly certain that I would never love a boy! Sure they were nice to have around, especially when the oil in the car needed changed or there was a huge, hairy spider to kill, but most of the time they were still the same smelly, mean, cootie infested boys that they were when I was 5. It looked as though I was fairly certain that I was never going to love a boy!


When I was 27 it all changed! I remember the exact moment that I did indeed fall in love with a boy…it was August 1, 2007, at 4:58 p.m. I remember seeing him for the first time; his hair all a mess, his eyes red and puffy from crying, and his lips trembling with confusion and fear. I remember holding him in my arms for the first time and looking into those big, beautiful hazel eyes; in that moment time stood still, the earth stopped spinning for a brief moment, and everything that was wrong in the world just melted away. In that moment I had done what I was so sure I would never do…I had fallen in love with a boy…my boy…my son!



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10 comments :

  1. What a cutie! So true, that stopping time, love at first sight feeling of holding a child!

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  2. This is a great post! I remember those same feelings with each birth as well... let me ask - how can you possibly have four children ... you just do not look old enough~!

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  3. Well my oldest will be 10 two days before my 30th birthday (which is next month) so I had her 2 days before I turned 20. My middle daughter is 6, my son is 17 months, and my youngest daughter is 2 months! So there ya go...lol!

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  4. That is so sweet. I fell in love with my boy too... All the kids are precious, but they are special...

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  5. That is such a sweet post! One day he will be grown and I hope he gets to read this because this is something he will cherish!

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  6. What a great post!! He's such a cutie!

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  7. Very sweet post! I have to admit, before becoming a mom, I never knew just how much I could love someone. It's amazing how our little ones change everything!

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  8. What a precious post, and how could you not help falling in love with such a precious boy ... Since my husband is in the doghouse today I am still looking to fall in love LOL

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  9. Very sweet post. It sounds like such a special love a Mom has for child. He is a very lucky little boy to be loved so much by a Mommy who once sure she'd never love a boy. :o)

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