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Mama's Boys

I'm taking a stand and saying it loud.   I'm taking this title, taking it out of the mud, cleaning it up and putting it back on shelf.  It's stamped on my heart and I wear it with more pride and honor then a gem covered crown.  

Real Mama's boys are strong, brave and risk takers.  When my boys were little and they would come to me in pride over an accomplishment-I was their biggest fan.  

I fawned over those big muscles whenever they would show me.  

I never tired of listening to my boys telling me stories and their dreams.  No doubt ever came from me!  "Wow that will be so cool.  I can see you flying to the moon.  Running the biggest ranch.  Flying helicopters.  Designing space crafts. Being an anesthetist."

I played dumb (until it wasn't playing) when they would tell me how things worked.  And I intentionally GAVE them lots of opportunities to teach me.  "I can't figure out how this works.  Wonder why... What makes...?"  Those were frequent approaches.  They taught about animals, trees, weather, history etc. through their eyes.  

Today they know way more then me and really are the teacher and I'm still their student.

 I went on dates with my boys and waited for them to open my door.   My first date was with four year old Josh at the Kwik Stop in Oshkosh and we had a piece of pizza.  He went to get us napkins and I made myself stay in the seat as he ran around the counter and was thrilled with the hundred napkins that he brought back.  Drives, errands, chores...all were opportunities to put my boys in the drivers seat.

Lately at Alco, my youngest opened the door for an older couple and me.  The man shook his hand and said, "That really means a lot young man."   That didn't give him a big head but rather an encouragement to serve.

Today my confident, strong and very courageous boys are independent, hard working and incredibly smart and kind.  They will be the men taking a stand for what is right, standing up for old ladies, beaten up women and little kids.   My boys are the ones who lead, build and teach.

Real Mama's Boys are not wussy little weaklings without a mind of their own who are afraid to take a step without being told.  They have a real sense of who they are and their strengths and weaknesses.  Their broad shoulders carry their load of responsibility.  

Real Mama's boys are not the ones living at home until they are 40 or unable to keep a job.  They are the ones soaring and marching to the beat of their own drums.

Apron strings?  Humpfff.  I never had an apron.  But they are tied by my heartstrings which gives them air under their wings.  They do take their mama's passion and belief and prayers wherever they go in life.


And...they will always love their Mama!!!!!

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