Wednesday, December 9, 2015

When do boys stop eating their boogers?

Boys.
I have three of them.
Three.
And according to some strange old gal in Walmart that fact alone is sending me straight to Heaven.

Boys.
They smell.
Their rooms. Their clothes. Their shoes.
They smell.
It's true.
It's not one of those myths or old wives tells that people say that's all exaggerated.
They smell. Weird. Pungent. Stink. And a smelly candle or febreeze doesn't make it go away.

They're loud.
Not like, "Hey, that TV is a little too loud. Could you turn it down?" But more like, ----- ---- ---- -- ....I'm speaking, you just can't hear me, the boys are too loud.

They run around like crazy people trying to get away from zombies. They run around the kitchen table even though it's right next to your breakable nativity and even though you told them not to just yesterday... an hour ago.... 5 minutes ago... They run. It's like there is something inside of their bodies that says: ready, set, GO!

They have some strange hearing loss issues. "Go clean your room." can't ever makes it's way into the inner ear, but a whisper to someone else of "Should we catch a movie this afternoon?" sinks right in.

All of these things are true.
Not kidding.
No exaggeration.
All of them.
And yet, I have no idea what I would do without my boys.

I am so greateful that I am not in charge.
I would have sent myself  a house full of girls. Sisters.
And probably one sweet son--that's what my mom had and it seemed to work out perfect.
Yeah... only that wasn't for me. God knew better.
Thank goodness.
He sent me sons: #1, L, and the Sheriff. Oh, how I needed those boys. And then of course the little cherry on top, Little Miss. --I need her too, but today, it's about the boys.

Boys--at least my boys, love their mom so fiercely. When they were smaller they would look at me like I was the most beautiful thing on the planet. They didn't care that I had day old puke on my shirt or hadn't washed my hair in three days. I was Momma and that meant something great to them.
They hug me like they may never see me again and kiss me goodbye any and every time they leave the house.
They are very good to me and they are exactly who I need. Because of them I will be better mom to Little Miss too. They have taught me to be more patient and to get over things quick! --I'm still working on both those skills, but they're helping me.

I love my boys.
I need my boys.
The End. :)

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