Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The Joy of Little Boys
Truth be told, I am always a bit surprised and saddened when people express disdain over the number of children we will have once our two little boys come home. "Five?!? Are you crazy/insane/nuts/etc.?"
I really shouldn't be shocked because we heard negative reactions when we were going to have just three. "Holy Crap! Why?!?" was a response I received from someone after I announced my pregnancy with our third child, Paloma.
As irksome as those comments may be, I am always left feeling quite troubled when these naysayers take it one step further. "Two more boys?!?" as if they don't quite understand. "Three little boys in one house? You are in for it!"
Yes, I wholeheartedly agree that I am in for something, just not the "it" that they have in mind. I doubt I would receive the same reaction if I were adopting two pigtailed little girls. Call me crazy/nuts/in for it all you want, but I LOVE every bit of the happy, energetic, crazy, chaotic, laughter-filled JOY that little boys bring to their Mama's hearts in their own, special way.
Please don't mistake me. . . I love having my two daughters. They are incredible gifts, and I am so blessed to have two beautiful, smart and loving little girls of my own. It seems that everyone just naturally understands how wonderful it is to have daughters, but I just cannot figure out why boys are so misunderstood.
Take my little Atticus, for example. Atticus is a sensitive boy. He loves his swords and Legos, karate and big wheels, frogs and iguanas, but he also loves his violin class and art lessons, his hip hop dance class and his weekly Scripture memory verse. Someone recently asked me if I was "bothered" that he would rather take dance than football, as if there was something wrong with that. Heck no! Atticus is adored at his dance school. Last week, he went to his class wearing his camo newsboy cap backwards. He was so stinkin' cute that it hurt for me to look at him. Every mom and teacher in that place was absolutely ga-ga upon his arrival, and he received far more fawning over him than any pink tutu-clad girl in the joint.
How is that inferior to football? I don't look at his telling me that Dumbo makes him cry as a sign that I need to toughen him up. Or the fact that he'll stay by a friend who has had his feelings hurt until his friend perks up, instead of running off and playing, leaving his friend alone to cry. I see these sensitive childhood qualities as the precursor to a very compassionate adult male.
And honestly, what lady doesn't want a good-looking, compassionate man who can throw down some "fresh moves" on the dance floor?
So in honor of my son here at home, and my two little boys I'm so impatiently waiting on to come home, I'm listing the Joys of Little Boys. Here goes:
1) A little boy's first love is always his Mama. They love us so much that they want to marry us when they grow up (and when Daddy explains why they can't marry Mama, then they'll usually jump at the chance to marry their pretty Auntie.)
2) We Mama's are always gorgeous to them. Once, after I had just gussied myself all up for Date Night with the Mister, Atticus saw me and fell to the floor. Putting his hand over his heart, he lifted just his head off the floor and said, "You are so beautiful, you killed me!" and then pretended to die. I. Love. My. Boy.
2) The bravery of a little boy will make up for any lack that a Mama might have. Dead mouse in the dog food bin? They'll take care of it. A tree frog on the patio table? It's his new best friend. A big booming storm while Daddy's away on business? He'll sleep in your bed so that you "won't be scared."
3) Little boys throw themselves headfirst into anything and everything that interests them. Take a peak at Atticus' bedroom door:
He loves brains so much that he had our pediatrician get out a book and photocopy these diagrams for him.
4) They are funny in such an effortless way and can make you laugh even when you don't want to.
5) They rarely are bored and can turn anything into a toy or game.
6) They can ask about 5 questions a minute, 80% of which you will not have a clue how to answer, which in turn makes you feel youthful when you realize how little you actually know.
7) They can identify every subspecies of dinosaurs, frogs, toads and lizards by the time they are 5.
8) They build you your dream mansion out of Legos.
9) They can speak in Yoda-ease for hours at a time. Hand them a telemarketer while they do so, and I guarantee you will confuse that telemarketer so badly that they'll put you on their "Do Not Call" list without you're having to ask.
10) They're the first who want to cuddle with you in the morning and they'll want to sit on your lap for story time until they are too big to do so.
Certainly, days with little boys can be tough, but the joys far outnumber them. I could go on and on, but I'd love to hear how your sons melt your heart!