I have two boys – two beautiful sons.  I don’t have pink frills and glittery princess stuff around – except in my own closet.

I only have boys.  And I’m freaking out because my almost 7-year-old and my 4.5 year old are the epitome of what rambunctious boys are… I’m almost afraid of how I’ m going to handle them as they get older.

They are already defiant, selective listeners and strong-willed.  These traits will benefit them when they are adults, no doubt. But how do I deal with their characters as children without being driven to drink?

My heart has been conditioned to sustain blood pressure fluctuations when dealing with wipe-outs on concrete, bodies flying off couches and climbing up furniture.

The comments about bodily functions are always abundant and never get boring.  I have no choice but to join in on the fun and laugh about who has the loudest fart or the longest burp.

I can name all of the Ben 10 aliens and can transform Bumblebee from car to robot in 20 seconds flat.

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry when they pin me down and tickle my feet.

My boys put me on a pedestal – I’m the queen of the house and am reminded on a daily basis that I’m “the boss”.

My ego is constantly boosted by their crazy love – both of them want to marry me when they grow up.

Of course when they grow up, they’ll probably marry girls who will try to brainwash them that mamas boys aren’t cool, so they’ll forget to call me and manage to see me only once a month.

As I flash forward to the teen years when they are striving for their own independence, I try to savour every cuddle, kiss and cry for mommy.