Mother of Boys

Mother of Boys
As the beginning of summer dawns with sun, cut up knees, and filthy feet I realized that I am most certainly a mother of boys. When Max came in the house after moments outside with a 4 inch scrape up his thigh and a 1 inch gnarly splinter in his palm I realized that I am a mother of boys. When mud, the hose, climbing, and running are the only things my kids want to do I sat down with the knowledge that I have a long life of blows to the head, mud tracked onto the carpeting, slipping on cars left on the floor, and cleaning up gushing blood from falls, punctures, and tricks.

Since I now have three boys I realized that I need to hone and practice some invaluable skills: Making and flying airplanes, using vehicle appropriate sounds, bandaging wounds, running, chasing,
throwing, wrestling, kicking and building. I should add to my list flying kites, making forts, and enjoying sports.

Toys such as planes, trains, and automobiles are not going anywhere anytime soon. Other toys such as dress up, dolls, and house may be under utilized.

How far you jump, how fast you run (for example Max can run so fast that he is convinced that he is invisible while he dashes across the room), how precise the upper cut and how many steps you can jump/fall from on the stairs are the new tests of house supremacy (Max 9, Mia 8, and Miles 2.)

The trade offs--from Sugar and spice and everything nice with Amelia to Snips and snails and puppy dog tails with my three boys. I cant wait to see what is dragged into the house!