If you raise your son right, it will be the slowest breakup of your life 

I’ll never forget the day I heard this line in an advertisement for a podcast episode. It was for an Australian podcast, and sometimes when I hear people speaking with an accent – I hear exactly what they are saying AFTER they say it. It’s like I’m lost in the deliciousness of the accent… does that make sense?!

Well, the advertisement ended and I immediately burst into tears.

The Australian woman speaking was crying too, so I am sure that didn’t help. 

Being a boy mom is unlike anything I have ever experienced. I used to joke and say to my husband how I hoped the baby would “like me” – HA! Never in a million years could I fathom a tiny, gorgeous human being, being SO obsessed with me! Or, I with him? I knew I would unconditionally love my child, as my parents love me. But I didn’t expect to miss him while he sleeps.

I have never missed anyone while they sleep. 

As my baby has grown into a toddler, his love and pure obsession with me has continued to multiply and expand into borderline possessiveness. “She’s MY WIFE!!! I met her first!!! Don’t kiss my wife!!! Don’t hug my wife!!! SHE IS MINE!!!” These are the phrases I hear my son saying on the daily to my husband, all while trying to out-alpha him. 

Right now he really believes that when he gets bigger, I will be the same age/appearance and we will get married and move to our own house he is going to buy us. (Sorry, babe) 

With our own car, dog and desk. He just told my husband last week. 

He opens my car door, takes me on dates, loves showering me in compliments till I get “happy tears” and is always trying to buy me jewelry or sparkly purses. Last month we went to the jewelry store to replace my wedding rings that were stolen, and he insisted on putting my new ring on my finger. 

I try and memorize these moments, these feelings, these precious times. 

Because I know, time is a thief. And if I raise him right, one day he will grow up and fall in love and have his own family. And it won’t be me he’s fighting over anymore. 

F*ck me, I am sobbing in the coffee shop while I type this. 

Because if I could, I would selfishly keep him this size forever. He’s the piece of the puzzle in life that I never realized was missing. He is my (other) soulmate, and being with someone has never felt this easy, rewarding or fulfilling. 

So to all my boy moms out there – how do you cope as they get older and need you less and less? 

And to my girl mommas – what are your thoughts and feelings on this? How do the dynamics change as your little girls get older?