For 7 years I was a proud boy mom. 💙 The trucks, the dinosaurs, the chaos, the belly laughs — it was everything. It even taught me that I didn’t need a daughter to feel complete in motherhood. But then God gave me my girl. 🎀 And motherhood shifted. Being a girl mom didn’t just add bows and sparkle — it gave me a new perspective on life, and even started healing parts of the little girl inside me. Now I’m learning how to balance both worlds — the wild energy of raising boys and the tender magic of raising a girl. And the truth? Our kids don’t just grow up… they grow us too. ✨ Boy moms, girl moms, moms of both — do you relate to this feeling? 🫶 Follow along for the real motherhood journey: boy mom chaos, girl mom healing, and everything in between.