So Jeffery it was, soon followed by brothers Daniel and Thomas. I didn't know thing one about being the mother of boys. Luckily, I wasn't facing this daunting task alone. My husband, David, although not a mother, was, by and large, a boy. Now that I love my sons in ways and depths I could never have imagined, I can admit there is some truth to my first impression years ago.
Boys are messy, loud, and have an innate love of creatures with lots of legs.
There are, to be sure, particular joys and challenges that come with boys. An obvious fact, but often overlooked. Aside from the apparent anatomical ones, there are differences between little boys and little girls. Enter their father. Those troubling differences aren't so different to him.