The Truth About Boys

Before i vent let me just say, i really do love my boys. Today has just been one of those days where i look at each one and wonder why they can't be as "easy" as my little girl.
Rachel cleans up after herself. She knows what her boundaries are and stays within those boundaries most of the time. If Rachel is unsure about something she asks someone who does know and listens to what she is told.
When it comes to the boys i follow the popsicle wrappers, spills, crumbs, toys and other tell tale signs to find them. The path of destruction never fails to lead me to them. No matter how many times i tell the boys not to do something or to stay away from something i know i will have to tell them many more times before they comprehend. Even after several warnings and threats it still sometimes takes an experience through disobedience before they learn their lesson. Sometimes it even takes repeated experiences to get their attention. Instead of asking what might happen if someone were to put their fingers in the path of the van's automatic door while it is closing a boy will try it on his own and find out the hard way. (Yes, this IS a true story and one that scared Jeremy and me when it happened!)

Now someone with a son reading this will know what i am talking about and where i am coming from. Those without sons may wonder.
This is where i have to say there really never is a dull moment with boys around and i do love having sons. When i worked at a daycare before having children of my own i knew i wanted a boy. Boys were always the ones to come up and give me the biggest hugs and they were the ones who loved to run, slide, jump and build. I figured if i could have at least one boy and one girl i would have it made. Then i had one girl and three boys!
It seems you hear so much about the bond between father and daughter but you don't hear as much about the mother/son relationship unless it is twisted and the mother is making the grown up son's wife miserable. Too bad, because the bond between a mother and son is just as wonderful and uexplainable as that between the father and daughter.

So while i watch my boys grow and as i cringe at some of the things they do i thank God for their differences. If it weren't for a boy's sense of adventure and inquisitive nature where would mankind be? Yes, they are different from girls but boys, like girls, also reflect different facets of the One who created us both. Now THAT is something to be grateful for.

I love you, Brogan, Reece and Sawyer!