Little boys are a mystery to me. They’re rough, hyper, and sometimes mean spirited. At the same time, they’re sweet, incredibly caring, and loving. I watch my two sons play every single day. The majority of the time, they’re screaming at each other and trying their hardest to piss each other off. It gets tiring trying to get through to them that if they just play with each other nicely no one would have to feel upset. I find myself questioning my parenting sometimes. Am I doing something wrong? Why don’t they learn?
But then comes the moments like this:
As I watch my oldest son take the hand of my youngest son and start walking him across the yard without prompting. As he explains what everything around them is. They walk together and enjoy each other’s company. I follow behind them, without them realizing I am watching and snapping a picture. I realize in this minuscule moment in time that I am doing just fine.
Little boys are little boys.
You hear people say it all the time. Boys will be boys. I guess you never truly understand what that means until you raise little boys. Sure, there needs to be boundaries set so they don’t turn into violent young men. But a little rough and tumble and sibling rivalry is good for them.
So to my handsome sons:
Play. Wrestle. Get frustrated with each other, with reason. Just remember that you have each other always. Friends will come and go but brothers are forever. And I will continue to watch and admire you every single day. To never quite understand your gender like your father does, but to always love you with all of my heart. Thank you for teaching me what it means for you to be a Momma’s Boy.