I love my boys.
The dirty, messy, no frills, not much drama, booger eating, mud slinging, sports playing boys. I love all of that. The title of my blog says it all, it allows me to be the one and only Queen of this house but there are days, days like today, that that statement makes me sad.
I find myself getting sad that the house is always dirty with mud, pee, grass, or leaves that the boys have brought in, spilled, or couldn't aim. Seriously how do they get pee all over the toilet!!!
When it comes to my shop, I can't help but makes girlie things and it doesn't help since I have one niece and she probably doesn't want all of my hand made stuff. Even if she did, it's hard not being able to see her in it right away, dress her all of the time, or just see the excitement on her face and it's also not the same since she isn't mine but beyond that, I want that connection between my husband and his daughter.
I will never be the mother of the bride and plan a wedding with my daughter. I will never be able to hold her hand while she gives birth or go shopping together and listen to her talk about guys. I will never hold her while she cries over her first heart break. I will never fight with her over her clothes or teach her to be proud of who she is and never let someone else define her. I will never have her as my best friend later in life when she calls and thanks me for being the best mom I could because she now has children of her own and understands.
When it comes to sons, they will eventually leave. They have to and I get that. They will eventually replace me with a wife of their own and I will no longer be the top woman in their lives. I'm ok with this, I certainly don't want my mother in law put ahead of me and I know that one day I will have daughter in laws that I maybe close to but it's not the same. They will have their own mother's.
So, on days like this, I feel sad and I mourn the loss of a child that I never had and won't have. I try not to indulge this feeling because I have no regrets and I love all of my boys. I am beyond blessed to have 4 healthy and crazy kids. I not only feel sad but then that sadness turns into mommy guilt... yes, you know who she is...
However for a short time I let myself mourn her, that sweet little girl that was not meant to be. Then I laugh at the boys as they roll down the hill laughing while I secretly dread trying to get out the grass stains.
Cute family picture!
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