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Wanted: Mother/Son Stories

Wanted: Mother/Son Stories

I have been thinking and writing a great deal about mothers and sons lately and I need your input, faithful readers. 

Would you be willing to share your stories with me?

  • Stories from grown men about their mothers–memories, anecdotes, etc.
  • Stories, questions or just observations from moms with sons

If you’d like to share a story, please leave it in the comments below.  If you’d prefer to email me a  story, please visit my Facebook page and send me a private message.




  1. Definition of Trust:

    When my brother was very young (3 or 4) we lived in a house that had the laundry in the basement. The basement was accessed by a closed door and about 15 steps down. One day my brother opened the door, called out “Catch me Mom” (without even knowing if my Mother was in the basement) and jumped. My mother luckily was doing laundry near the base of the stairs, heard my brother call out and dived to catch him – she skinned her elbow but she did catch him. That is the very definition of a son’s trust in his Mother.

    • Wow, Eric! That is an example of trust and faith in motherly love. Thanks sincerely for sharing this one.

  2. Recently, my husband underwent surgery for prostate cancer. We told our two sons, ages 12 and 9, the basics. I left the house before they were awake and didn’t get home until after 8 pm. When I opened the door, my almost teenager came up to me, gave me a big hug, and told me that he knew how hard the day had been. Then he told me to sit down while he fixed me dinner.

    So all of the fights over homework, video games, somewhere, somehow, he is growing into a gentleman that I am very proud of.

    • What a touching gesture from your son, Sharon! Thanks for sharing this with me. Sending prayers for your husband’s quick recovery.

  3. I was a single mother of an only child for 15 years, after divorcing when my son was 1. He is now 30, proudly serving in the U.S. Navy, stationed in So. Korea. His father was never involved after he left us for a new family. My son & I developed such a bond, that when I have moments of strong intuition about him, I will call and mention what I felt, and he’ll respond, “Mom, that is exactly what is going on. I didn’t want to worry you- but I told my wife/friends you would know, anyway.” This has gone on for 25 years!

  4. Meg–here’s a journal entry I wrote a few months ago:

    The daily ins and outs of parenthood can be indescribably hard. More so are the soft blows, the heartaches that happen when the little things start to fall away.

    The bedtime routine that I’ve cherished for so long is no more. There was a time when I could rock my son at night, read a story, hold him while I sang lullabies and he would fall asleep in my arms. I’d bury my nose in his wispy blond hair, kiss him and in that sweet, silent moment, in the hushed tones of nighttime, all would be well in the world. Sometimes I’d fall asleep myself, but mostly I’d hold him while he snoozed, stare at him, time would stop, the stars would align and life would be beautiful. It was my own nirvana in miniature.

    Now, the baby won’t fall asleep in my arms any more. Actually, he squirms away from me when he’s ready to sleep, cries and reaches for the crib. I should be grateful for a baby that’s so easy to put to sleep. Heck, I don’t blame him–that plush crib is WAY more comfortable than my bony shoulder. I know it’s just the start of his independence from me. I’m sad and I want him to love snuggling with his Mama. Instead, I sigh, lay him down in his crib and he babbles nonsense in the dark until he falls asleep on his own. I watch him on the baby video monitor in another room.

    The little things that fall away, one by one, that take a piece of my heart with them.

  5. I was reading a book recently that talked about how boys have a voice deep in their souls wanting to know “Am I up for the Challenge?” Whatever that challenge may be. For my son who is 9 months old, he is learning to move and walk and is testing his own limits in many ambitious ways. I want to help him reach his potential and meet the challenges of his life, whether it be walking for the first time or enlisting in the armed forces. It’s uncomfortable to see him fall, and I know it will only get harder when he falls in many ways both physically and emotionally, but I know in my heart that it is my job as his mom to allow God’s plan for him to unfold and allow him to face those challenges that are intended for his special soul.

  6. I am the single mother of FOUR boys…and boy (no pun intended there) do I have stories! Is there anything in particular that you want? I’m sure I have something that would qualify…..Ages are currently 22, 20, 16, 13

  7. I’m a T.C. mom of 3 boys, ages 13, 11, & 9. I grew up with only a sister and all my life, I imagined myself raising girls. Three boys is definitely not what I pictured, but I know that God doesn’t make mistakes and that He has given us just what our family needs. When the boys were younger, people would tell us that boys are harder when they are small & then get easier as they get older and that girls are just the opposite. That has not been true in our experience. We did have our share of ER visits for stitches and even a Lego up the nose when they were young, but I have to say that nothing in this parenting journey so far has been harder than parenting a teenager. (And we’re only just beginning!)
    Our oldest has always been the most strong-willed of the three, and now that he’s a teenager it seems that we are constantly battling. We struggle daily with how to set boundaries, giving appropriate consequences, and what to address/what to let slide. I often feel like we’re doing a big experiment–learning on the first what works & what doesn’t. Hopefully, he’ll come out OK on the other side and my husband and I will learn from our mistakes! I guess that’s where God’s grace enters in. As far as our mother/son relationship, right now we’re swinging on a pendulum of “I love you/I need you” and “You’re the worst mother ever”. I love all our boys with a mother’s heart, but to be honest, I’m really struggling with not liking our oldest right now. I just keep reminding myself that what we’re seeing now is not the finished product, that God will be faithful to work in his heart and life. My prayer for all our boys is that they find something that they love doing and that they live their lives for the Lord. I’ve rambled on quite a bit, but I’d be more than willing to share more of what I’ve learned and am learning about being the mother of boys. Thanks for all the work you do on behalf of families.

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