The delight of being a mother of boys

I just love being a mother of boys. Well, now, guys. There is such a special bond between a mom and son. It is a bittersweet process of raising boys, knowing all the while that the ultimate goal includes leaving the nest and starting a family of their own. Although, it does bring me joy when I pray and think of their future wives, and how they each will be loved and cherished by a beautiful woman.

Until then, I treasure weeks like this. Batman, Joker, Steve, Darth Vader, Clone Trooper, Chewbacca... The choices are endless and add a level of stress and excitement that can only be found the week before Halloween. 

There's a handful of years when both boys were little that felt like Halloween every day. At a MOPS meeting one day, a seasoned mother mentioned how she managed to grab a good twenty minutes of uninterrupted coffee and her fav magazine time with the invention of a cardboard box and old Halloween costumes that were past down. About a week later, our Pretend Box debuted, and became the hit of playtime and playdates for years. Our days were filled with superheroes, Transformers, cowboys, Rescue Heroes, construction workers, and the like. 

The Pretend Box is now reserved for young guests, spring cleaning digressions, and nostalgic resurrections of past characters. This week, it will be opened for the Fall Performance of the Blue Ridge High School Orchestra. A review and pictures later this week!

Costumes have finally been decided upon and future occasions for wearing them have been drafted. Swords, light sabers, wands, utility belts, blasters, and shields. These are the tools spread over the playroom, and the accessories that are associated with my boys' childhood. I thank God everyday for the blessing of being a mother of boys, and delight in the chance to debate the greatest hero on the Justice League or discuss the impressive battle on Hoth. 

What is your favorite thing about being a mom of boys?