Mama to boys
To this mama whose childhood was filled with only sisters, raising boys is all sorts of wonderful and wild. What they bring to our family table, our family story, is vibrant and valued. Full of surprises they are.
Like last week for example: Out of the blue they put this tea table together for themselves and then made a place for me at their table! I told them tea tables, even for boys, meant delightful polite conversation. So they made sure to keep it that way.
They often take risks and like to push the envelope sometimes. Like seeing just how far away they can be from the water dispenser. Sometimes risks equate to emergency room trips which we’ve had our fair share of.
One boy can’t go to sleep at night until he finds me and prays for me. He also writes the sweetest notes. Like the one above. “Do not forget that I love you”.
Possibly one of my most-treasured sights is seeing older boys and grown men snuggling with and loving on babies. I love seeing big boys holding their little siblings’ hand but its a rare thing these days. There is a paradox in it I suppose. A great contrast. Strength woven in with such tender newness. A couple months ago a friends’ husband came to pick her up and our youngest jumped into his arms. They’ve moved on from babies, as most of our friends have. I watched her heart melt as he toted her around on his hip. There is something I think most women find a little bit intoxicating about it. Our oldest son has learned great patience in dealing with his toddler sister. It certainly has its challenges. But they are worthy and good that is for certain. She loves to say goodnight and crawl into his bed for a quick book read. And he has learned to love her love.
And I am learning, still with every passing day, to bask in all their love. Six very different varieties of it. All beautiful. All a treasure for today.