Mamas Boys

For most of my life, when I heard the term, "mamas boy" it was something you didn't want to be. I used the term, "Mamas boy!" as a diss towards my little brother. When someone couldn't handle a situation, didn't take a dare, were worried what their Mama would think, they were a  "Mamas boy." As the mom of 3 boys, who are very quickly growing into men, I love that I have "Mamas boys". I have boys that completely love their Mama. I am currently their world. I hear the word "Mom!" 1000x a day, between screaming, needing me to watch them do a new trick, them needing a snack or a wipe or just to say they can't remember what they wanted."  It makes my head spin and sometimes I even say, "Moms not here right now." Yet, I am their mom. Their one and only lady and right now, I am going to breathe that entire thought in.
​One day, I won't be the number one lady in their life. This thought goes through my mind on a daily basis and it breaks this mamas heart. Maybe it's because we photograph weddings regularly and each time, I am faced with looking through the lens of a camera of a Mom who is giving her son away. I watch each and every mom dance with their son on the dance floor, bury her face in her little boys chest once more. When I am faced with that same reality, I pray I am ready for it. I pray they are ready for the world. I hope they'll come back home once in a while. I hope I will still be needed in their lives, just a phone call or quick question, sometimes dinner and a hug. I only hope and pray when I am that mama, I love the person they have chosen to have me hand them off to. 
For now, I will breathe them in, hold their hands, kiss their owies and cheer them on. Today they are "Mamas boys" and I'm so okay with that.

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