The boy moms I know love the gig.
I swung and missed three times for boys. Instead, I got three girls who fix their hair and paint their nails. Right after (or before) they ruffle your hair and make you bit your nails, if you’re a boy on the soccer field, at least.
I get the best of both worlds, maybe?
Not exactly. The life of the boy mom fills both with a joy I won’t really truly know, but will always admire. Today’s guest shares her take on the journey of a boy mom with us. Rebecca Bryant blogs at Everyday Life.