I love my boys and am so honored to be their mother, but seriously boys are hard to raise. I am one girl, in a sea of testosterone in my house. I have days where I think I may get more out of training the cat to be respectable than them. (Even while the cat is licking his rear end!) I can’t tell you how many times I have asked my husband if I truly have sound coming out of my mouth! Boys are seriously gross, like SERIOUSLY! I have actually banned myself from cleaning their bathroom. I refuse. I am pretty sure that if I ever have to spend more than a minute in their bathroom, some sort of wormhole will open up and swallow me whole and boy, won’t they feel silly then!
Boys may be gross, but at the end of the day, I realize that those gross beings are all mine. They embarrass me to no end, but imagine how boring my life would be without them. I can’t imagine a tolerable restaurant scene with five boys all behaving. At least, not anymore! I always promised myself that I would be real with my kids. I think at the time I envisioned my preppy son sitting there doing algebra by the age of 3 while I gently combed through my beautiful daughter’s long, luxurious hair as I hummed quietly to myself.
Seriously though, I do try to be real with my sons. I teach them that the world can be difficult and people aren’t always nice. I teach them that the Bible is the truth even when the world tries to tell them it’s just an old, out-of-date book. I teach them that not all girls will be nice girls to them. I try to teach them about love and respect and how to get back up when life knocks them down. I teach them that God is first in their lives no matter what.
Boys may be weird to me, but I know at the end of the day that God knew exactly what He was doing to give me five of these guys. I may get frustrated with them, but when I make them laugh hysterically at my bathroom jokes, I realize that I may be the weird one after all.
I love you boys.
PS~I seriously hope that is chocolate on your light switch!!!