MOB (mothers of boys)

Hi, my name is Genna (this is where you chorus "Hi Genna.")  and I am a recovering Mother Of Boys. (MOB member).

I know what it is to sit by a bedside while your boy is getting stitches removed.

I know what it is to open the door and find a mud monster wearing your sons clothes.

I have seen the before and after of surgery.

I've witnessed multi-day lego town construction.

I've marveled at their conviction of absolute invincibility.

I've grinned to hear "You look SO pretty mama!"

And cried when they give you a tight hug at the end of a VERY exasperating day.

I am a MOB member.

 I've wondered at the men they will become, sighed at the mess they make, rolled an eye at the DELIGHT they take in who-can-fart-the-loudest contests (seriously guys? WHY is this funny? and WHY is it a life goal to have the STINKIEST one??) oohhed and ahhhed over the newest war wound ~~and LOVED them with a full heart, knowing they'll leave one day to conquer the dragon and find their princess.

But for now, I am the princess. :) 

Be royal~ Genn