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"The kiss that had been for no one else Peter took quite easily.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

The wild-and-rowdy-never-knowing-what-might-happen-next-so-brace-yourself of motherhood hones a unique and indescribable skill set in mothers of boys. Whomever I was before (and I honestly can't remember her) was gone forever when I became a Boy-Mom. Boymom. boyMom. Indescribable, see?

Hours of fretting over physical safety and violent-prone play that ladies just can't relate to and what-if-he-chokes-on-that-cape-in-the-night quietly evolved into observing puzzling, testosterone-fueled tensions between brothers and others and angsty withdrawal and how-can-I-deal-with-being-replaced-as-the-woman-in-his-life-and-what-is-my-role-anyway. These are the parts I will forget and it's getting to be about that time.

A boy will take his time but he only seems like a Forever Boy.

In retrospect, I choose to recall the Sloppy Kissers, the wild-eyed Mud Lovers, the inventive Tall Tale Tellers, the belovedly dingy Shirt Wearers, the Shirtless-Because-We're-Guys Guys, the Reckles…