I read what Slarti had to say about his daughter and I think that is one of the nicest comments I’ve read in a long time. I can only wonder what else he thinks will happen in the next few years as she grows up.(but hopefully not away)
I guess you could say that I felt the same way about my son when he came home. (Guess who I am now?) I was in such awe of this squirmy, pudgy, cheeky (literally looking like a stuffed chipmunk), bundle in pink (how’s that again?) that I almost forgot to take him from the poor lady that was holding him. After a quick physical ‘inspection’ to make sure that everything was in the proper place, I was content to hold him for a bit.
I took him to the ladies room to ‘exchange’ clothing(we’d brought something more suitable for the weather) and marveled at the cute little body before me. Yes, I am very familiar with the physical attributes of male and female. I am also familiar with all of the changes that these physical attributes will go through as the years go by.
But to even think for one, single, solitary, miniscule, nanosecond that I would know what changes go through a boy’s mind and personality? Ha! I think I know more about what goes on at Mason’s meeting. As time has gone by, this child continues to amaze, frustrate, humor, sadden, and just plain confuse the crud out of me. One moment he is letting me hug him and then next he is rolling his eyes and backing away (like you would from a rattlesnake) and putting his hand out as if to say.. don’t touch me, you’re poisonous.
One moment I hear him say a nice thing to me and thank me and the next, he is a smart mouth little cuss that needs a swift ‘whop’ with a 2×4. Too immature to know too much and much too mature at this stage in life. Quiet about the knowings of the Easter bunny and Santa Claus, but can tell you all about how reproduction is done (except the important part)and the birth of a baby. Hasn’t asked questions about his own body, but knows about terrible things like the Holocaust, the KKK, innocent victims of shootings in schools.
How do I deal with this boy with the intelligence of a much older person who can carry on a conversation with his teachers , who report back to me about it with pride and surprise. I know what is going to happen physically, but how can a mom let her son know that it’s ok to talk with his mom about such things- that I won’t embarrass him (although he will surely think so), that I will have to fend off the girls just as hard as his dad will for his sister. He, the bearer of the double dimples and the quick smile, the goofy laugh, the quick wit.
I hope to guide him as his dad does his sister in the correct ways to treat the opposite sex-knowing that I might have to have a shoulder for him as well as her one day. We are in the process of trying to raise them as good Christians, which I know will take them farther than they know. To be independent one day and have that special someone to share their life with.
But, for now, I have a boy that infuriates me by lollygaggin, smartymouthin, and trying to sneak up behind me and scare me all the time. Am I alone? NOOOOO! More moms with boys commiserate with me. Am I still in love with my baby boy? You bet. Until the time where I can’t hug him anymore. Or until one of us won’t roll our eyes at the other.
