{"id":72107,"date":"2024-04-06T11:51:21","date_gmt":"2024-04-06T04:51:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/?p=72107"},"modified":"2024-04-06T11:51:43","modified_gmt":"2024-04-06T04:51:43","slug":"72107-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/72107-2\/","title":{"rendered":"The Art of Raising Wild Boys into Gentlemen"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Don\u2019t get me wrong. We were not girly girls. We were soccer-loving, worm-digging, free spirits. Still, when I had my first son, I was a little unsure of the logistics of raising little boys. I quickly learned where all of those boy stereotypes came from. Boys really ARE made of snips and snails, and puppy dog’s tails.\n\n
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One thing is for sure: I love being a boy mom. I love the ridiculous amount of energy and enthusiasm for life that my two sons have. It\u2019s fascinating to me that if they see anything taller than them, they can\u2019t physically resist the urge to climb it. I admire that walking is too slow of a pace for them. It is fascinating to me that if I offered them a million dollars or a pile of dirt, they would, without a doubt, choose the mud pile.\n