Tuesday, March 19, 2013

How Did I Get Here?

There's a point in life when you look around and take inventory of your current surroundings and you wonder, "How did I get here?"  If you are ankle-deep in Legos, have peanut butter smeared somewhere on your body, and you're wondering what cleaner will best remove blood, grass, and dirt stains, chances are pretty good that you are a parent of boys.  Welcome to my life.  Now, I grew up with 2 younger brothers in a court full of active boys, so I am no stranger to testosterone-fueled antics.  But many a day I sit with my brow furrowed in confusion, head swiveling side-to-side like a barn owl on the hunt, and sigh trying to come up with some rational explanation for whatever new predicament surrounds me.  Where do these alien creatures come up with these ideas to try my sanity?  Oftentimes I feel like Jane Goodall: living in an environment dominated by my research subject.  Sure they are my flesh and blood, but they are so unlike me in many ways that I will never grasp what truly makes them tick.  Boys and girls are simply wired differently.  Ask any parent who has children of both sexes and they will attest to the fact with a knowing laugh.

Let me back up a little bit.  I am blessed with two wonderful sons who are happy, smart, friendly, active - well you get the picture.  Yes, I am a proud mother.  A "Mother Of Boys".  If you are also in this boat, you realize what an interesting group we are.  I had one toddler-aged boy when we found out we were pregnant again.  My pregnancy was so different from my first one that I was convinced I would be having a girl.  At our 20-week appointment the ultrasound technician clicked on an image of my new baby's open legs.  She  slowly started to type out "p.e.n.i.s", and it honestly wasn't until she was at the "s" that I realized what was going on.  I was completely shocked.  Why would she play this trick on me?  And as it sunk in I thought, "Okay, I can do this.  I already know what to do with a boy and they'll grow up playing happily together".  Thus began my misguided journey into MOB mentality - thinking I knew how to control and pacify the whirlwind that is a multiple-boy household.


  1. Oh why couldn't I just fall in love with someone that had girls????? lol