As bloggers we have a voice, it can be one that helps or one that hurts. \u00a0Many times bloggers intentionally create content that will stir controversy. \u00a0As\u00a0they say, “any publicity is good publicity.” Blog comments are gold and outrageous posts can go viral and create enormous traffic.<\/p>\n

Yesterday, there was a post and I will not reference it with a link, I truly believe it needs no further attention. \u00a0It created a bit of outrage as the blogger posted how she was so happy she would never have a son. The post was a\u00a0\u00a0list of reasons why, from not having to talk about penises to pee on the bathroom floor. \u00a0At the end there was a call to action for all mothers who were happy to be “son free” to comment.<\/p>\n

It was pretty bad and I found zero humor in it. \u00a0I was not alone judging by the two hundred or so comments that called her out. \u00a0Many said that since she just has one child, a girl, who has not hit puberty, she has no idea what she is talking about. \u00a0Most of the people commenting\u00a0had children of both sexes and still found her post highly offensive. \u00a0As a mother of both sexes, I found it offensive, a tad bitter, and not at all humorous. \u00a0I openly pointed this out both on the site and on her personal Facebook page where she posted a link to the article. \u00a0I just found it to be something totally unnecessary and created to draw attention, albeit negative to herself and her post.<\/p>\n

Normally, I ignore this stuff, but could not help commenting on such a\u00a0derogatory post toward \u00a0sons. \u00a0She also has no experience to speak, all she knows is being the mother of a daughter. \u00a0That’s all she knows, she can “know of boys” but that is not the same as being a mother to a son. \u00a0When I pointed this out, she responded that having grown up with a brother and being married to a man she was more or less qualified \u00a0to give her opinion.<\/p>\n

I grew up with 3 brothers, \u00a0I’m married to a man and \u00a0it’s no way close to\u00a0holding your newborn son for the first time. \u00a0It’s an entirely different experience from\u00a0parenting a daughter and a bond that is nothing at all the same. \u00a0Not saying one is better or worse, as all children are miracles and I am thankful to be the mother of both sexes. However, being the mother of a son is not all about penises,pee on the bathroom floor or circumcision. \u00a0Not all parents have to go “round and round” over the cut or uncut issue either. \u00a0Let me tell you my experience of being the mother of a son.<\/p>\n

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It is the birth of a protector<\/p>\n

It is a handful of dandelions delivered in a dirty hand<\/p>\n

It is the little treasures he brings you because he loves you<\/p>\n

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It is the laughter you share over your adventures<\/p>\n

It is the sparkle in his eye when he introduces you to all his preschool\u00a0friends because you are his world.<\/p>\n

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It is the way he snuggles when you are reading to him<\/p>\n

It is all the times he asks what things were like when you were a kid<\/p>\n

It is about his endless collection of super hero costumes that he wears 24\/7<\/p>\n

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It is about how much the younger sons look up to their older brothers<\/p>\n

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It is about pride so huge when\u00a0you see them stand up for what they believe in<\/p>\n

It is how your heart swells when others tell you what great young men they are or how they helped someone<\/p>\n

It is the pride you have when you see the man he is becoming<\/p>\n

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It is about the ability to build them up to be the best men they can be<\/p>\n

It is imagining what it will be like when they become husbands and fathers<\/p>\n

It is about hoping you don’t cry but knowing you will when you dance with them at their wedding<\/p>\n

It is about holding on and letting go<\/p>\n

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It is about all of this and so much more.<\/p>\n

Thank God I was blessed to be the mother of four sons.<\/p>\n

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