The Day I Became A Boy Mom

I’ve been the mother of a boy for approximately 4 1/2 years. But I just became a “boy mom” yesterday. When I went to pick Turner up from camp, it had been drizzling all day. We saw hundreds of tiny little frogs jumping around on the sidewalk. When I say tiny, these were about the size of my pinky fingernail. Turner was so excited about them that he just had to have one. Of course one turned into three. But that’s beside the point. I obliged as they were pretty stinkin’ cute. So we scooped them up into a plastic bag with an air hole and we drove straight to Petsmart to get what we needed to make them a home.
I searched for someone who could help me, as I am not a frog expert. I mean I grew up with frogs, lizards, and snakes as pets because my brother was quite the nature boy. But I didn’t actually do any of the work. So I found a little critter keeper for five dollars just so I could get the frogs into something other than a plastic bag.

The exact transformation to “boy mom “status happened next. As I stood there holding a critter keeper full of three tiny frogs, I listened to the sweet Petsmart worker tell me that I would need moss to line the cage, and that I would need to spray it to make sure it stayed moist. And they are too small for crickets at this size, so what they need for food is wingless fruit flies. At that point she picked up a tiny tube of fruit flies crawling all over each other. I nearly dropped dead in my tracks. But at this point what was I going to do? Sneak outside and let the frogs go free? I won’t lie to you, I entertained the thought. But we’d already gotten this far, so I figured let’s just give it a try. So we got home and created a home for our frogs. We lined the cage with moss, dirt, and a tiny cup of water.

So, as I feed our new frogs wingless fruit flies and spray their moss as to ensure optimum moistness, I breathe in and I breathe out and I mark the day that I became a “boy mom”.

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