You can wax poetic till the cows come home about how wonderful being the mother of sons is. You can tell me that they will always love their mama, no matter what, and will defend her until the end of time. You can tell me that they, in all their sweet, sweet glory when they hand you a pile of worms and say, "this is for you, mama," are the cutest things ever.
When my daughter gives me something (anything, but mostly something homemade and containing lots of sugar, like the serving of no-bake oreo dessert she just presented me with), and says, "this has love in it," that THAT is not the most delicious, adorable, delightful and utterly cute thing you have ever heard.
You would be wrong.
Because it is.
And it has love in it.
(Okay, maybe it is not just a girl thing...maybe it is a 5 year old thing)