Raising Boys

I am a mother of three boys. No daughters. Just three wonderful sons. So, I have always heard comments like:
Are you going to try for your girl?
Three boys... whoa... you must be tired.
Three boys. (Light-hearted laugh.) Man, I feel sorry for you. Read on...


“What did you do today at recess?” I asked my eight-year-old son. “Played girl-chase-boy…” - he paused before continuing - “…except a girl never chased me.” My son looked down at his feet, shrugged his shoulders and muttered, “So I went off and did something else.” My heart quivered, then dropped to the floor. Read on to hear what I told my son about girls...

"Freckle Face," an older boy had repeatedly called my son at recess. Of course, my son came home upset. How can two small words coming out of a thoughtless kid's mouth put a rift in all that we have been trying to teach our son about how valued and treasure and loved he is? Read on and download a free kid's devotional...

My oldest son cried every day for 2 years about it. Every day. It was horrific. I started to dread it... the 20 minutes every day his teacher said he must do it... Read. All through kindergarten reading time, he cried. By the middle of first grade, I started to cry too. Read on...

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