Monday, January 7, 2013
if i have a monument in this world, it is my son.*
*as quoted by maya angelou.
i was sitting on the couch reading on my kindle. travis was next to me barking out orders and the boys...well, they were doing them: squats, jumps, sit ups, pull ups, and my fav - the monster walk, which is code for calisthenics. the boys were relishing every last second: watching each other's form and encouraging one another, luring nash away from whichever brother was doing his reps, and keeping count with dad. and always - ALWAYS - there was some healthy competition, too. (no, WATCH THIS!) and even nash was trying his darndest to do whatever his big bros were doing, which is like, the cutest thing EVER.
and this is what you call fun in my house. the boys love it. LOVE IT.
as i sit there watching these little guys (because the mom never gets to read when there are four man-cubs in the same room, c'mon!) my thoughts drifted to 'what if' scenarios. what if we had had four girls instead of four boys?
all i can tell you is there would be a whole lot of little mermaid going on around here. and i wouldn't get looked at all crazy when i randomly belt out, "Look at this stuff, isn't it neat..."
so, these girls...
would they have been jumping around like little heathen children before bed tonight and jumping around saying absurdities like "all up in ya face, man!" ? (wait, they may have gotten that one from me.) (and by witnessing some of the girls i know in action, i think this one is a, yes?)
would i have to explain to them nearly. every. morning. why they can't wear the sweatpants with holes in them to school? and explain that if they don't brush their hair right, I WILL DO IT FOR THEM.
would i get pictures of houses and dolls and flowers instead of sharks, and trucks, and fire? what is up with boys & fire anyway? everything always has fire.
would their father be a big bowl of mush-type instead of a gym coach-type (with just a little mush on the side)?
and i'm guessing their bathroom wouldn't smell like pee and the body wash they like to use wouldn't smell like a man? ha...love that.
but i snapped back to reality by a karate chop that was a littletooclose up in my personal space and like, a flying toy or two that got flung across the room by a silly baby boy.
i am a mother of boys. future men. what is the saying: a mother of boys works from son up until son down? and oh, it is true.
i hope this post isn't coming off as wishing i had had a girl. quite the opposite actually: i was made to have little boys. these boys were gifted to me for a reason; a purpose. and sometimes i have to remind myself of that when all hell brakes loose up in our house: four boys will do that to you, but they will be my legacy; my work & my glory.
and don't forget about all the COOL stuff that comes along with little boys: we're going to a freaking monster truck rally this coming weekend!
plus, i can't do girl hair anyway, so it probably worked out for the best. :)