I love being the mother of boys. I hear it from people with girls who say..."it must be tough" or "oh how can you deal with all that energy?"
I guess I don't know any better, I suppose.
But I love when they are tough and sweet at the same time. I love when I get flowers from outside in my own yard and the root is dangling on the bottom with dirt dust covering his chubby fingers. I love when I get pictures of Spider man with hearts and smiley faces on them.
You can see that my almost 5 year old is clinging on to being a mamma's boy and being a big boy. He can fall off his bike and not cry but when he sees blood he knows that it is OK to cry like a baby. I love when I drop him off at school and he runs back for one more kiss. I know in a few years that will seem like a life time away. I love that he still wants his teddy bear to sleep with but when it comes to changing in the morning for school, he wants his cool pants with the shirt that makes him look taller. I love my boys!
What I don't enjoy is when I walk into the bathroom and it smells like a bar bathroom and the floor is wet from pee and I have to break out the bleach and mop and wash the floor in the middle of the afternoon!
As a mother of boys, another thing I was not prepared for was driving in silence and looking in the rear view mirror and noticing that he is looking at something like a science project and then he belts out....hey mom, want to see my scab?! Here is a piece, you can hold it if you want to? YUCK! Then I had to explain what a scab is...double yuck!
I love that he thinks I make the best pancakes in the world! Especially since I put rainbow sprinkles on them ( i think he thinks they are candy)
What I don't love is that he is growing up right in front of me and there is nothing I can do to stop it. What I am grateful for is the amazing memories from his babyhood and I look forward to many, many, many more years to create more.
I am also grateful for the gift from God. My baby son that is only 9 months old. I am so happy that I have another little man that I can do all this stuff over again with.
At night I look forward to rocking him in my arms and he drifts off to sleep, and he is still clinging on to me. And I smile at his chubby cheeks and soft hair and his breathing. He relaxes me and I just stay in the rocking chair and just stare at him.
My boys are the best thing I did in my life, my greatest accomplishment....for that I am grateful!
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You know what else is cool? You've been writing all these wonderful things about your kids on this blog. I hope you're printing them all out and saving them in a book for when they are older. That's what I've done for Lillianna.
Trent and Dash are beautiful boys. Trent cracked me up the other day because when he was sitting on the floor next to me and Ginny with the scrape on his foot,he took great pride in showing everyone his battle scar. No one could enter or exit the room without Trent waving them over to look at his injury. He's just so funny.
Dash was so charming because he would be doing something and then look up at me and smile this huge smile! I like to think he remembered me from the last time I saw him but....you never know!!
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