Mothers Of Boys

That's me...I'm a MOB...Mother of Boys...that's plural, as in more than one boy. As a matter of fact, I have 3. When I tell people that and they lean their head slightly to one side and give me that look, I tell them, "God thinks I'm special!" He must! It's just not a girly place around here, that's for sure! There isn't a shred of pink to be found and when we do have to shop for the occasional girl birthday or Christmas gift going down "the pink aisle" in the store gets a reaction equal to making them eat broccoli. One time in particular, one son said loudly, "it's burning my eyes (the pink)." Too funny!

It is a different world on more than one count. Another MOB and I stood by a little girl who was shrieking that blood curdling shriek that girls seem to do so well and both stared as if we were encountering something from another culture and I guess we were. There are yells here, some rough-housing, lots of wrestling but never high pitched shrieking. So, here we are, snips and snails and puppy dog tails, although I think the modern version would be football, video games, and dirt, that's what little boys are made of.

All the fun aside, it pains me to see the day that I know is coming when they outgrow me physically and they don't think me, "cool." For now, though, I relish the laughter we share, the fun we have, the games we play, and pray without ceasing that it continues without interruption throughout the rest of my life!