Seven years ago I became the mother of a son. Though there was a brief moment during my pregnancy when the idea seemed improbable and daunting, mothering boys now feels like the most natural thing in the world to me.
I learned that two can play at the bathroom humor game and sometimes it’s the only way to gain cooperation.
I learned that getting a boy to talk about his feelings has nothing to do with saying the right words, but everything to do with being in the right place at the right time and keeping my mouth shut.
I learned that you can never own too many lightsabers.
I learned that when in doubt, shout “Tag! You’re it!” and run like hell.