- They have one level of volume LOUD.
- They eat… constantly.
- They will find dirt where no dirt has ever been found.
- They wear cleats in the house.
- They run everywhere they go.
- They have an inhuman burst of energy around 7:30 p.m. and it’s best to let them get it out before attempting bedtime.
- They are surprisingly sensitive.
- They laugh at anything that involves “potty words.”
- They are incredibly curious, making everything an adventure.
- They love their mama.
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- They potty train successfully when allowed to hit a target (preferably outside… like on a tree or off the deck. Yep, I’m that mom)
- They will wake up on the weekend an hour before the sun comes up, but you will not be able to drag them out of bed for school.
- They have to be reminded multiple times a day to, lift the toilet seat, put the toilet seat down, flush the toilet, wash their hands…with soap, and to keep their pants on.
- They smell like wet puppies after playing outside. Whether it be for 5 minutes or 2 hours.
- They consider anytime a good time to get dirty.
- They don’t understand why I would ever want to have privacy.
- They give real hugs. Not the ones where you barely connect. The ones that squeeze all your breath out.
- They use any opportunity to be naked. The less clothes, the better.
- They take everything apart (including jewelry, lingerie drawers and large purses) in order to put it back together so they understand how it works (even if it doesn’t go back together.)
- They crave love, affection, encouragement, admiration and security as much as any of us girls do, they just don’t show it or need it expressed in the same way.
- They need the freedom to be boys.
Y’all, I grew up with sisters. We had curling irons and a different brush for every hairstyle, rollers and special conditioner. We had makeup and purses, dresses and patent leather mary janes (only to be worn on Sunday.)
I came into this journey of mothering boys with no prior knowledge of how often they were going to use the word poop and think it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever heard. I entered into this commitment of motherhood never realizing that I would be considered the one with odd body parts.
Bella was my only one for 8 years and I have to be honest, nothing could have prepared me for the reality that is raising two boys to be productive members of society.
It is incredibly challenging, always an adventure, hours of laughter, many conversations that I don’t know the answers to, lot’s of prayer, goodnight kisses on the forehead, holding little hands while walking down the stairs, several, “I’m sorry for yelling” confessions, stock in Costco sized clorox wipes, a much larger grocery budget and a constant sense of wonder.It now makes perfect sense to me why Chris has 2 first aid kits in our house and 1 in each car. I didn’t understand it at first, now I am so grateful for his prior knowledge of skinned knees, bumped heads and random cuts laden with dirt. I’m thankful for his preparedness for the unexpected.
I’m okay saying, “Go ask your dad.” when the boys come to me with questions about body parts I don’t have.
I’m okay letting them know that I don’t have all the answers.
As long as they know they are loved.
As long as they know they are enough.
As long as they know their Creator.
The days when they pull their hand from mine when walking down the sidewalk because they need to run, will be okay.
The afternoons they come in from soccer practice, cleats packed with mud and track it on my hardwood floor, will be worth it. (That’s what the vacuum is for… and swiffer… and mops.)
When I’m doing my daily round of toilet cleaning, I thank God for these little men that He is trusting me to raise.
It’s never a dull moment. (Which is great! I bore easily.)
It’s always an adventure. (Who wants to sit around not living life anyway?)
It’s incredibly challenging. (I. Love. A. Challenge.)
It’s simple. (Have snacks EVERYWHERE you go.)
It’s immeasurably rewarding.
Okay moms of boys, sisters of brothers, wives who had no prior exposure to behind the scenes with boys, what did I leave out?