My cup runneth over

I know deep in my heart that God created me to be a mom of boys.

He knew I would do much better with football, dirt, and rambunctiousness. Something in him told him that I would not be good with emotions, hair bows, and make-up.

And he was so right!

Don’t get me wrong, my friends that have girls all do such an AWESOME job of being moms to them, but it’s just not for me. A friend of mine was telling me this weekend about shoe shopping with her eleven year old daughter and I think I sweat through the entire conversation. The thought of having to shop with daughters is very overwhelming to me. With boys, it’s easy…shorts, jeans, t-shirts and sweat pants, that’s it. They don’t care if they go together or match. As long as the shorts come below the knees and the t-shirts are a little oversized they are happy. And as long as they are clean when they put them on, I’m happy.

In general, I have it very easy with two boys. Or at least that is what I used to think.

Last night put a whole new perspective on being a single mom of two boys.

You see, it’s the beginning of football season. Normally shopping for football gear is something that Hamilton and Gibson do with their dad. But this year, I decided to help the Ex out and take the boys myself.

Yeah, I’m cool like that!

$217 later…we left Dick’s Sporting Goods…boys happy and content…me overwhelmed and in tears.

It never occurred to me what I would be subjected to when shopping for sporting equipment for my boys. I never dreamed it could be as bad as it was. In fact, this morning, I woke up in a cold sweat still shocked and overwhelmed by the events of the evening.

Yep…you guessed it, never in a million years did I think I would ever have to be buying one of these for my kids…



I was completely mortified!

I had no idea there were so many sizes and options.

Thank God we ran into one of Hamilton’s friends and his dad shopping for the same…ahem…”gear” because I had absolutely no clue what I was doing. And quite frankly, never did I think I would be carrying on a conversation with one of the football dads about the sizes of our boys “packages”.

It’s quite humbling and horrifying! But I absolutely love this dad…so it was kind of funny too!

Even more horrifying is when the cute Sales Guy comes over later to ask if I needed help. He said I looked confused…

We started carrying on a conversation about how he never had to wear a cup when he was playing football. Correct me if I’m wrong, but not only is it horrifying talking to strangers about your sons “junk” but it’s equally horrifying talking about the “junk” of said stranger…a cute, hunky, probably not legal kind of a stranger.

Anyway, thank God Gibson was there to bring us back down to reality because our conversation immediately came to an embarrassing halt when he yelled out from across the aisle…

”Hey mom…face facts, we need to wear the cup in case someone hits us in the balls. Let’s go already.”

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