By Sylvia D. Carrat
Published: May 7, 2015
Most often people assumed that I must be desperate for a girl, that I must feel lonely and isolated in a house pumped full of testosterone.
After my two sons were born and I was pregnant once again, everyone around me was hoping for a girl and when it turned out to be twin boys, the commiserations were quick to roll in. I will admit to being daunted but only because there were two of them. I knew how wonderful baby boys were, so what could be more exciting than having even more.
I will sing the praises of boys to all those who are so dismayed with my Barbie-free family. My house may have forever been littered with He-Men, hockey cards and lego, and a lazy weekend was a rarity with four boys on different hockey teams.
I feel lucky to be the mother of boys because one thing they do best is to cherish their mama and treat her like a queen. So next time someone gives me that horrified look as they take in my family and breath `four boys…..“ in terrified tones, I intend to smile and say “yes, lucky me“. Because that’s how having four sons makes me feel…. the luckiest Mama alive.
Thank you to my Princes; Ryan, Matthew, Brett and Taylor. Just one last thing, to all my sympathizers…. I finally did get my princess, granddaughter Beatrice Brooklyn Carrat.
