Mud Pies & Son-shine

As the only female in a house that is full of testosterone (pets included), I have fully embraced a life that is truly full of Mudpies & Son-shine. They say that little boys are made of “snips, snails, and puppy dog tails” but I never quite understood the analogy. As a writer, I have an imaginary yet infinite library of previously read content in my back pocket and, since becoming a mother, there has only been one description of boys that ever felt right: “A boy is truth with dirt on its face, beauty with a cut on its finger, wisdom with bubble gum in its hair, and the hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.” To me, boys are the epitome of, well, everything that’s not entirely understandable but is overwhelmingly lovable. Here, you’ll find my own little compilation of posts; a memoir of mothering boys.

 

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