I have two - ages 8 and 5 (and almost exactly the same age gap as you will have).
When I was pregnant with DS2 I thought he was a girl. When we had our 20 week scan and I found out he was a boy I was momentarily sad, and then put the thought away, to be forgotton.
There's SO MUCH I love about having two boys:
- seeing them together with big brother protecting little one
- at times comparing them, and marvelling at how similar they are, and yet also how different
- the affection, love, and definite strong mother/son relationship
- watching their relationship with DH develop - the rough and tumble, the sports, the ganging up on me
Yes, I find some of it hard - the noise, the mess, the dirt, the shouting, the bizarre games I can only pretend to understand, the millions of little Lego pieces.
But then something happens which just makes my heart melt and any frustrations melt away. Like tonight, after we'd been talking about people going to University after senior school, DS2, snuggled up in bed with me, said, "Mummy, do you HAVE to go to University?" To which I replied, "well no, but why wouldn't you want to?" and he kissed me and said, "because I want to stay with you for ever, and ever and ever..."