I’m the type of woman who loves pink, won’t hesitate to buy makeup and a nice pair of heels, and I’m a proud admitted Beyoncé Stan. Point Blank! I’m a girly girl to the tenth degree, but don’t put me in a box because I do like the rough, gritty guys in my life, I’m just not about to break a nail to keep up with them. So while I was laying on the ultrasound table, listening to the nurse inform me that God chose to bless me with yet another boy child (this will be my third), I was thinking to myself “How to Be A Fabulous Mother To All Boys”.
In my life I know a handful of women who are the mothers to all boys, or mostly boys. I wouldn’t say these women are the shining examples of “fabulousity” or “diva”, at least not my level of it anyway. It’s not shade at all, when I say that I love to get dolled up, I enjoy the pink and pretty things, and my playlist although lately has been riddled with trap music (don’t judge me), has and always will be filled with the divas of the microphone. I got by with two boys and the slight glimmer of hope that this child was a girl. I was even calling my tiny fetus “she” and “her” when in conversation, just certain that I couldn’t be having another boy…. Again. However, thoughts of looking tired and worn out plagued my mind, when she said “It’s a boy!” I immediately thought about that bitter mother-in-law, we all know and love. My mind raced to that mom who doesn’t dress up, unless it’s at funerals or weddings, because the parenting of all boys made her forget that she was in fact a lady underneath her son’s sweatpants and her man’s t-shirts. I thought about buying $200 sneakers times 3, in about four years because boys grow up big and fast, making it almost impossible for me to afford a manicure full-set, a bottle of foundation, or even a box of tampons. I nearly lost my mind!