When I brought my third son Peter home from the hospital, my mom so generously came to help me as she had done in years prior when I brought home my #1 and #2 sons, Robert and Patrick. I watched as she lovingly changed Peter’s diaper and searched for something soft and cozy to dress him in. She reached for a pink kimono that I had received as a gift for my first born in the days when you didn’t know whether you were having a girl or a boy. As she pulled his little arms through the sleeves and swaddled him close to her she said to me “Let’s pretend”.
I am the last born of six children and I have five brothers. I, in turn, married a man who was one of three sons- and in quick step produced three sons of my own. I have been blessed with two wonderfully rambunctious grandsons, Boe and Bear. The numbers don’t lie. My mother and I have always been surrounded by male energy on the daily.
