I am so grateful to be a mother of boys. There is something very rich about being so close to someone who is inherently different. To witness intimately the most tender and fierce emotions, all the while feeling that there is something a bit different, yet so familiar because, after all, this male life grew inside of you. Embedded in that experience is a tremendous amount of respect, an absence of judgment like none other that I have experienced. It is enlightening.
I don’t have daughters, though I am one. I am sure being a daughter and having a daughter are very different experiences and embedded in that relationship are wonderful gifts and revelations that I likely won’t know from both ends. But, because I was never a son to my mother or father, there is freshness to this experience that is awe-inspiring.
I have been perseverating on these thoughts since Dave and I had a little afternoon date to see Wes Anderson’s new film, Darjeeling Limited. I heart Wes Anderson, and this film did not disappoint. The story is one of family, specifically three brothers. I left feeling so warm knowing that E-man and G-man will have a life-long relationship that is external to me yet somehow familiar, more familiar than any relationship between men that I will ever know. That feels beautiful.
How about you other mothers of boys? How do you feel?