Boys Will Be Boys: A Mother’s Day Weekend to Remember

Mother’s Day has never been about fancy gifts for me. It’s always been about time. Real, present, messy, beautiful time with my kids. This weekend, I had the chance to take the boys out for a baseball game, and it turned out to be one of those unexpectedly perfect moments that remind you why motherhood, in all its chaos, is so worth it.

From the minute we stepped out, their excitement was contagious. We hopped on a pedicab through the city with music playing, people waving, and the boys talking a mile a minute. They were full of questions, jokes, and wide-eyed wonder. The world slows down in those moments. For once, I let it. I wasn’t thinking about to-do lists or work emails. I was just soaking in the magic of being with them.

They wore their Astros shirts proudly like little fans on a mission. At the stadium, the energy was electric. We cheered, we laughed, we ate way too many snacks. But more than anything, I got to watch them simply enjoy themselves. There is something sacred in that. Watching your children fully live in the moment without filters or distractions is pure joy.

I saw their faces light up with every crack of the bat and every cheer from the crowd. I caught glimpses of the men they are becoming: strong, curious, and kind. But I also saw the boys they still are: silly, affectionate, and full of wonder.

In between the noise of the game and the buzz of the crowd, I had quiet flashes of gratitude. Gratitude for this life. For these boys. And for the gift of being their mom.

Motherhood isn’t always graceful or easy. But it is filled with powerful, soul-filling moments that remind you of your purpose. This weekend gave me one of those moments. As I looked at them sitting side by side, I felt it deep in my heart. This is what it’s all about.

So yes, boys will be boys. Loud, curious, adventurous, sometimes messy, and always full of life. I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world.

This Mother’s Day, they didn’t just come to a baseball game with me. They gave me something much more lasting. A reminder that love lives in the little things. In shared snacks, tired feet, giggles on sidewalks, and the warmth of tiny arms wrapped around you when the day is done.

And that is more than enough.