I might miss having a girl, but I am fine with my sons

Last week, I told you about my two sons, the men in my life who have made my life complete.

The only thing I have never enjoyed, as a mother, is tying beautiful ribbons on a girl’s hair and dressing her in pretty dresses.

Did I just say dresses? May all the mothers with sons rise up and support me on this. Dressing young boys is a difficult task.

My boys have never forgiven me for the way I dressed them when they were younger. I had a colour code for each: Jerry’s was red while Wayne’s was blue. So I would buy them clothes using these colours as a guide.

Whenever we go through our photo albums during our bonding sessions, the boys always accuse me of “dictating” what they wore and how “shady” they looked.

These are some of the most exciting moments we share. Now, Jerry graduated from university two weeks ago (First Class — that was just a loud whisper). Being the proud mother, I wanted to treat him by getting him a suit; I mean a real Luo suit.

I decided to inform him before I got it. You should have seen the look on his face. He requested to have an opportunity to choose it.

In other words, he was politely telling me that he would prefer to go buy it himself. He probably thought I would get him an oversize suit that is so out of touch or not on trend.

I do not buy them clothes any more. That is an agreement we made the moment they became teenagers. I just give them money to go buy for themselves.

When I travel out of the country and feel the need to buy them anything, I have to take a shot of what it is, then send it through social media for their approval. There is a pair of trousers I bought Jerry during one of the trips and I have never seen him wear it (you can guess why).

I love every moment of my life with my men. They have given me a reason to smile even in the most difficult moments.

But as time goes by, I sense loneliness from far.

Jerry will soon leavehome and Wayne will follow suit. As it is right now, we can all be in the house and each of them is locked in his room.

These are the moments I realise, I am alone — they are grown men now and are charting their future. They will not be in my house forever.

I can hear someone asking if I am dating... With these two men well... that is a story for another day.

In the meantime, my men and I are having the best moments of our lives — laughing, chatting, fighting, reconciling and laughing some more. They are my best friends. What would I do without them?