The End Of An Era

My sister, Amanda, and I were only 17 months apart. My mom dressed us alike all the time. Pretty much every picture we are in together as little girls, we are 'twins'.

I had my life planned out. I was going to become 'happily married', have 2 little girls; 17 months apart. They were going to be best friends forever. I was going to dress them alike for as long as absolutely possible.

God had other plans. I didn't like His at first, but looking back now...I am so glad it went His way and not mine.

I had 2 children very close in age, all right, but it was a boy then a girl.

Then, having 3 little men so close in age was so sweet! They have been great about letting me dress them a bit similar and I think they rather like it. OK, maybe not like it, but don't mind it. I do let them wear different colors, though, to still let them have some individuality.

I have learned one very special thing from having sons. They love their mama with all their heart. Age doesn't matter: age 1, age 5, age 12, age 15 even...they love their mama and aren't afraid to be mama's boys in a very 'masculine' sort of way. Each of my sons goes out of his way, pretty much from birth, to do things to please me, gain my affection, bring me honor. (A post about just this and Miguel, will come later this week) Not that my sweet daughter isn't all things wonderful; it is just VERY different. Of course, I would love to have a little girl with my Timmy, and the Lord knows if He will ever see it fit to bless us with our Isabella Grace. But, if God wanted to give us another son, or sons, I know I would be overjoyed because the love between a mother and son is just something that is so sweet that it is truly indescribable.

So, now that Walker is 5, I am bowing out gracefully. I want to stop having them wear the same shirts before one of them says they don't want to do it anymore. It is the end of an era, indeed. However, not before even their cousins joined in one last time to give me a sweet memory to keep stored away of this precious time when 5 little boys could wear the same shirts and not feel 'weird' about it.(l-r: Christian, Walker, Tristan, Skyler, and Zack on the bottom left.)

And, no, Natalie and I did not plan this. We just showed up to church and noticed that our little guys all matched and I couldn't let the chance of this picture go. Guess it is very obvious that Natalie and I shop at the same place (Old Navy...love their clearance deals..these shirts were 6 bucks each) and think alike.

So, this era ends, but my little mama's boys...well, I know that each of them embraces that term, and I am so blessed to be their mama.