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Having a boy

When you have a boy, you pick out baby clothes with bold colors and trucks on them.

When you have a boy, you learn to put a diaper over him while changing his diaper.

When you have a boy, you always remember to check the pockets before the jeans go in the washing machine.

When you have a boy, you learn that coins swallowed typically come out all right in the end.

When you have a boy, you learn that at one point in his life, you can't keep him out of the tub, and at another point in his life, you have to drag him into the shower.

When you have a boy, you step on Legos. When you have a boy, you learn not to swear while doing it.

When you have a boy, you learn their hearts are just as tender as girls.

When you have a boy, you realize that you can put both feet inside one of his shoes.

When you have a boy, food doesn't just disappear, it vanishes at alarming speeds, and he is still hungry.

When you have a boy, you learn that "I'm good" is a conversation.

When you have a boy, there are often several years when you don't see his eyes due to his bangs hanging in his face.

When you have a boy, you learn you must immediately take him for a haircut after a girl on the bus says, "You'd look really cute with short hair."

When you have a boy, you get used to the smell of Axe. No, you don't; that's a lie.

When you have a boy, there is nothing sweeter than hugging him, even though he's much taller than you now. Maybe especially because he's so much taller.

When you have a boy, you get the pleasure of having him call you up and say, "Mom, how about lunch tomorrow? My treat."

When you have a boy, you get the joy of seeing the man he has become.

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  1. This tugged at my heart. Thanks for making me cry. :-) ~ Rosemary in Ohio

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  2. I wrote this right after my second oldest son had taken me out for lunch (he paid!) That boy gave me so much grief when he was a teenager, and he's turned into a handsome, sweet, gentleman. I'm so proud of him - and I'm glad I didn't strangle him when he was 16!!

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