I choose this post because I have recently had some of my friends' lamenting the advent of the tween years and all the drama that comes with it. I should be a better friend but there is a part of me that is gloating inside, okay not gloating but what is the word for taking joy in your friend's pain? Now that I read that sentence I realize 1) I hope there is no such word and 2) I need to repent of this sin because as the saying goes karma is a bitch. Except that is exactly what I am thinking as my friends with daughters share their woes of daughters rolling their eyes and giving attitude because for years these little girls were angels and my boys... well my boys were boys.
This one is from March 2009. What a difference three years makes.
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I get a lot of looks when I am out and about with my three boys. I sometimes get comments that go something like this:
Stranger - "Wow are all three of those your boys?"
Me - "Yes. Aren't I a lucky Mommy."
Stranger - "Must keep you on your toes."
Me - "They are an active bunch but I always wanted three boys."
All of which is true, though I used to be sort of offended when people implied that three boys was harder than having a family with some girls in it. I obviously don't know any different but I really did want to be the mom from the tv show "Home Improvement" with three boys.
This past week though I am starting to understand all the sympathetic looks and caring comments. As my baby is turning into a little boy and getting bigger and more physical and my oldest is starting that wonderful phase of being too cool for me (he actually wiped my kiss off his cheek at school drop off the other day), I am starting to realize I do live in a zoo. And the monkeys are trying to take over.
I will do my best to raise respectful, caring, compassionate, hard working young men that will treat their wives well and be really good daddies. But there may be some nose picking, burping contests, noise, wrestling matches and more noise between now and then.
Well, I can certainly relate, Jen, since I have three sons of my own. And since I'm probably a step ahead of you in that department (almost an empty-nester), I feel the pressure to get them in shape for their future wives! haha! Just a little too late, I'd say. Thanks for a sweet blog post revisited.
ReplyDeleteI love hearing from other moms of boys. It's a special club - the mom of three boys club. One that involves a lot of noise and plastic dishes. But I absolutely love it. I do wonder about the future daughters-in-law. I am sure they will be lovely, and I am definitely raising boys who can clean and take care of themselves. But we do lack a certain social grace.
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