Maybe you’ve noticed it before, or perhaps you’ve even given that look yourself — the one filled with disbelief when you see a mother with three boys. That’s me with my trio, ages 7, 3, and 1. While mothers of same-gender children often bond, there’s a unique understanding that comes from being a mom of three boys.
One of the most enlightening revelations I’ve had from this experience was shared by a friend, also a mother of three sons. She pointed out that the differences among our kids stem more from their individual personalities than their gender. And she was spot on.
Take my boys for instance: My oldest, Alex, is energetic, curious, and sociable — always ready for an adventure. My middle child, Ben, is warm-hearted, brave, and silly — his laughter fills the room. Then there’s our youngest, Max, who is independent, athletic, and adventurous. Despite their differences, one thing they all share is their love for movement and noise. This is probably what causes that surprised look from strangers when they see us out and about.
At home, hallways quickly transform into racetracks, and just about everything becomes a makeshift play zone. While I prefer them to race in the backyard, they have no qualms about zooming through the living room. Their play often involves horseplay or wrestling, and as a mom, I’ve had to master the fine line between playful antics and actual brawls — usually right around the time someone takes a hit to the head. With that chaos comes a symphony of shrieking, cheering, and the occasional need for pain relief on my part.
In the midst of this whirlwind, my lesson has been to find calm in the chaos. The sounds of my home may be daunting to some, especially to a mother of two boys who’s anticipating a third. I remember chatting with a friend about our similar family dynamics when she exclaimed, “Don’t jinx me like that!” But what those moms don’t see are the tender moments that make it all worthwhile.
They miss the sight of my boys, one by one, drifting off to sleep after a day filled with energy, each too exhausted to utter another “vroom.” They don’t witness the heartwarming hugs, the goodnights, or the playful banter as they cheer each other on for achievements, big or small. The bond between brothers is palpable — they need just a glance to ignite a race.
They also don’t see how hand-me-downs tell a story as they pass from one boy to the next, or the countless shirts I have, all while the pants seem to vanish due to their adventurous escapades. Shared toys — from Hot Wheels to Legos to action figures — have created a rich world of imagination and sibling camaraderie, where my oldest teaches his younger brothers new skills.
Yes, my boys have a penchant for all things fast and outdoors. They love trucks and big machines, and while I encourage their exploration of all toys, including dolls and dress-up costumes, it’s clear where their interests lie. Their first words were often “ball” and “truck,” but they include “book” too. Despite their differing personalities, they unite over shared interests, which some might say challenge traditional gender roles.
Society often questions my observations, and I frequently hear comments lamenting the absence of dolls and dresses in my home. “How sad it must be,” they say, “to not have a daughter to dress up.” But that’s not my reality. I can’t miss something I’ve never experienced. My childhood didn’t revolve around pink dresses and ballet shoes; I was more inclined towards adventure — riding bikes, swimming, and exploring the outdoors.
I’m perfectly content with my life as a mom of three boys. In fact, I’m not just okay; I’m thriving. So the next time you see a mom like me at the park, just smile and say hello. I promise, I’m doing just fine.
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Summary
Being a mother of three boys is a unique and fulfilling experience filled with chaos, laughter, and sibling bonds. While society may have its perceptions about gender roles, the reality of parenting boys is enriched by their diverse personalities, shared interests, and the joy of watching them grow together. Embracing this journey, I find strength and happiness in my family dynamic.