You may have figured this out by now, but we have two boys. Ages 2 and 4.
I think I have more grey hair in the last month alone from these two turkeys. Just kidding. I mean, I hope not, I really don’t want more grey hair. #truth.
Recently we had a day. A day where my heart beat quicker with every acrobatic stunt they pulled.
I was tempted to put a show on for them because I was getting tired of saying “don’t step on him”, “don’t sit on your brother’s face!”, “don’t jump off that”, and to my utter terror “tuck your head when you flip!”
I was getting tired of worrying that they were going to get hurt… and tired of worrying that they were going to break stuff.
Why do people with toddlers and kindergarteners have nice things anyway? We should just tuck it all away until they’re in college.
So I was tempted to put a show on so they would just…. SIT THERE and stop wrestling!! So they would stop having FUN for goodness sake! The kind of fun that makes their mother’s hold their breath and close their eyes, anyway!
See, I grew up with three sisters. Or actually, most of them were basically grown up when I came along (surprise!)…Raising boys is like a culture shock, especially recently as they are getting all these… ideas.
As Dr. James Dobson says, “If they can climb onto it, they will jump off of it.”
He also says that if you don’t keep boys busy, you deserve what’s coming’ to you. Yep. If you’re raising boys, you need to get your hands on a copy of Dr. James Dobson’s book, Bringing Up Boys. You can thank me later.
I realized I was yelling and probably just made them want to do even crazier stuff just to get my goat.
Yes, I’m talking about my two and four year old.
Oh Lord what will they do next?! What will they be doing at 10 years old? 15 years old? And so on…
If I didn’t jave Jesus I would be sitting in corner covering my eyes and ears until they reach adulthood.
Either that or duct taping them to the wall until daddy comes up.
No. Instead I choose to believe that God gave us these adventurous, thrill seeking boys because He knew we could handle it.
He knew I could handle it.
I worry. A lot.
I really love these guys, go figure.
But I have to loosen up, let them play and have fun in a safe environment while I pray and pray.
Today they found some hockey sticks on our porch. I don’t even know who they belong to, I hope my hubby does. Some are ours, but I really don’t think we have five of them… unless my husband decided to start a team that I don’t know about.
Anyway, the kids have been driving me bananas with these things. “Don’t hit your brother!” “Don’t climb that tree with the hockey stick!” “Hockey sticks are not swords!”
So tonight, I had this crazy revelation… teach them to play hockey! I know, I should have thought of that sooner.
Guys I useto find ways to get out of gym class all the time. When we played baseball I somehow convinced one of the boys to run the bases for me after I hit the ball with the bat. I don’t know how I got away with that.
But somehow I taught my kids to play hockey! Ish. I’m a Canadian, really, of course I can teach a two and four year old this art.
It took the stress out of it. It was either that or I was going to go outside after putting them to bed and hiding those things!!!!
I think we’ve decided to put them in gymnastics. Our oldest did it for awhile when he was two ish… which is why I think he’s now able to do flips. He nailed the somersault and then somehow it became a flip. My heart.
He’s four people.
Some days I really feel over my head, and I pray for wisdom, and lately I hear this soft voice saying, “you can handle this.” Thank You Lord.
So my friend, whatever you are going through, seek God. Get wisdom. Get understanding. Hang in there. You’ve got this.
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