Racquet Mom

My almost four year old is suddenly curious where babies come from. He is pressing to know not only where but how they get out of mommy's tummy. I delicately explain to him that the nice doctors and nurses at the hospital help the baby come out. The answer doesn't quite satisfy his ever inquiring mind right away, so I inform him that God helps. The conversation then turns to why I wanted to have a baby. I tell him I wanted to have a baby to love, that daddy and I asked God to give us a family and him a little brother or two. "You wanted a little boy just like me?" he queries. "I wanted you, yes. I still want you," I reply. "You mean you asked God for a brown haired boy named Brendan?" he continues. "Well, I prayed for a baby and God gave us the perfect baby boy---you!" I express endearingly. His puzzling expression turns into a relaxed face. I can tell he's still thinking a mile a minute though. "Can I go back inside your t...

I became a mother in 2016. Before then, the only thing that came close to being held like a baby in my life was my tennis racquet. Tennis was my everything before I met my husband and these little people we lovingly created. I'm a soon-to-be mother of three boys. I can't tell you what it's like raising three boys yet, but I have insight on raising two. This blog will follow my journey as I set sail on bringing up a trio of sons, all currently under the age of five. If boys bring anything to our busy lives, it's entertainment and the element of surprise. Children in general change us in ways we never imagined before. Just this morning I found myself wearing a storm trooper mask pretending to stave off an evil robot made of lava. My four year old spends most of his mommy time creating such escapades for us. Meanwhile in the other room, my almost two year old climbed into his firetruck bed and attempted to jump off, fearing nothing at all. Then he smiled at me with his ...