The presence of boys is evident in this household. There are guns, there are swords, dreams of Air Soft wars to take place this summer, smelly feet, and talk of armpit hair coming in. There are bears that meet me every morning when I come down to sit at the desk and check my email. And wars! Full blown sieges, really. If I wanted to pick up that book and read it alongside my coffee, forget about it. There’s a battle, and everything else, including reading, is secondary to the fight at hand.
Last night there was wrestling. Steve against William. And William, you have to understand, gets high off of rough physical contact. I mean, nothing will stop him short of Steve sending him to his room. It’s both hilarious and a little scary. It started with a fort, pillows everywhere, and blankets too. And ended with Steve yelling, “If you break my rib again…!!” Last time, a flailing limb of William’s, we suspect it was a knee, got Steve in the chest and he’s pretty sure it took out a rib. I enjoy watching it all unfold, from the comfort of a cushy chair. I keep my fingers crossed that it concludes without a black eye or bloody nose.
Last night I let Parker choose his bedtime book and it was all about knights. I know more about jousting and squires then I ever thought I would. And his construction book? He tests me every time I read it. Pointing to the vehicle on each page until I guess correctly. Just to have fun I say, “Cat! Dog! Blueberry! Banana!” He yells an emphatic No each time, huge grin on his face, until I guess it correctly. It’s always fun when it gets going really fast, causing him to initially yell no at the correct one until it hits him, “Oh wait, that time she did say cement mixer that time!”
When I first married Steve, boys were everywhere and I was ill-equipped. Having only sisters (and mostly girl cousins, too!), I was lost in a sea of sweaty socks and testosterone. I understand them better now. Time and experience are a beautiful pair. There’s something really nice about being the mother of boys.
Such an accurate description of life with boys! I can only imagine what wrestling with a teenager looks like, but the wwe like sessions that go on in this house with my pint sized wrestlers has me scared!
it's totally crazy – he's taller and weighs more than me now–he can hold his own pretty well!!
Ah love this! Makes me excited about having kids one day! I love little boys and all there shenanigans!
my husband and son have a totally different relationship than my son and i do. and i love that. they need that physical, rough housing and whatnot. i'm so grateful for both of them.
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This makes me excited to have my baby boy in July!
I love this post… I've been surrounded by cars, legos, weapons and dinosaurs for over a decade now. Now I can't imagine my life any other way. I'm also grateful for a husband who understands them and who knows what they need more than I do 🙂
So so sweet! I'm having my first baby, a boy in July!!
Being a boy mama is awesome but I am fervently praying for girls next because I may have a heart attack before 30. Took my 15 month old to urgent care yesterday after he dove into our bookshelf. Luckily no stitches but he was climbing on the couch and jumping around right after we got home, so it is only a matter of time!
Ah, great post. Reminds me of how magical and exciting life is when you're a kid. And those knights and horses – my little brothers (ten+ years younger) have big collections of those. They're just great.
And a quote for you, that I'm sure you've read over and over (because it makes me think of those collections of knights): "Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten."
— Neil Gaiman (Coraline)
Sometimes the thought of the possibility of boys scares me…growing up with mostly girls. But then it seems kinda fun too 🙂
I am the mom of one kiddo: a boy. I'm the lone female in a house of men (including our pets). This is such a lovely glimpse into life with a boy child. We bought his first pair of classic high top Chuck Taylor's yesterday after school… and they were my size. It creeps up on a mom, manhood.
I loved today's post…. as the mother of two boys and now grandma to one- I related to and loved how you made me recall all the superhero capes, guns, boxing gloves, swords and broken bones (7 between the 2 boys) that have been the fabric of my life.
Love!
I read this late last night and although I don't yet have kids of my own, there's a hope I have to have the chance to raise a boy (or two or three?! 😉 someday. I, too, grew up with a house full of sisters which I loved, but the contrast of such different lifestyles is humbling. and charming! Knights?! Trucks?! Armpit hair?! Sign me up 🙂
I am a mother of boys too! Loved your post!