I’m Not Just a Boy Mom - I’m The Girl Of The House

And being the only girl in a house full of boys, you become the safe place.
The one they come to when they’re hurt, tired, overwhelmed.
The one who slows everything down when it gets loud.

But you can lose yourself in that.

You give so much.
You’re always needed.
You’re always “on.”

There are moments where I think, who am I in all of this?

I can pour into them all day long.
Build them up.
Remind them who they are.

But when it comes to me…I don’t always do that. And I don’t think that’s by accident.

My boys don’t care what I look like.
They don’t notice what didn’t get done.
They’re not keeping score.

They just love me.

My boys were given to me to show me that kind of love.
To remind me what unconditional love actually looks like and to learn how to give that back to myself.

Because one day, they’re going to grow up, and the way they love others— especially women— will come from what they saw.

From how I talked about myself.
How I treated myself.
How I showed up.

So this isn’t just about me. It’s about me becoming someone they can learn from.

Someone who knows her worth.
Someone who doesn’t tear herself down.
Someone who can receive love and believe it.
My boys weren’t just given to me to raise - they’re helping me learn how to love myself.

Being the girl of the house is beautiful.