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Mom of Boys

I'm sitting in my sons room (G-3yrs old) watching he and his baby brother playing together. As I fight the urge to make them pick up each basket of toys they dumped out with wild abandon, I'm hit with amazement at their love for each other.  G has both the itch to antagonize and the desire to love/take care of his baby brother.  I see the look in both their eyes as they realize that they are both going after the same toy. Baby J looks at G with this serious, its going down, matter of fact attitude and G looks at Baby J with a look that lets on that he will enjoy this little battle of wits and speed that is sure to ensue.  It's absolutely mesmerizing to watch each of their little personalities develop and blossom.  Because I know that its so innocent and a right of passage for them to figure these things out I can usually sit back and, if I need to, guide them to a diplomatic resolution (he had it first, let him have a turn, lets share).  Don't get me wrong, these days there are more lessons in each instance than not. Both of them, G more than 15month old Baby J, are so impressionable and I want to take advantage of the moments that I can teach them grace, love, patience and a willingness to put another before themselves.  Most of the interactions between the boys brings to mind the "gentle giant", G loves to hug and snuggle his baby brother but at times he can come on a bit strong.  G loves catering to Baby J, which can involve unwanted toys in baby's lap, personal space invasion (to that baby J gives him the stiff arm) or monster trucks circling him like they're about to lead an attack.  And of course my favorite, the countless times I watch them hand in hand giggling over what, I couldn't tell you.  These two little boys are such a Godsend, and while motherhood has its challenges, I stand ready for whatever comes my way.  
I try not to get caught up in the day to day clean up, if I did I might feel like I was living the movie "Ground Hogs Day".  It does dawn on me from time to time that I picked up the same mess the last 3 days in a row, but thats just part of it.  

For now, here's what I've learned from being a "Mom of Boys":

-Never trust the toilet seat, there are sure to be trickles!
-Toots cause great laughter
-Bath time is more like a tsunami
-Boogers (while i think gross) are also funny
-If one squeals the other squeals louder(it's a contest, didn't you know)
-I want chicken nuggets is code for "I don't want chicken nuggets"
-Their hand on their private...give them a second then proceed with dressing or diaper changes
-Planes, trains, trucks, anything with an engine is AWESOME
-There are endless snuggles, hugs and kisses
-Their enthusiasm and excitement is contagious
-Their energy is endless, where do they get it...I need it
-Boys too get their feelings hurt, allow them to express themselves

There are many more things but the sweetest thing about being "A Mom of Boys" is that you will be their first love, first kiss & first friend!

Lately G has been talking about growing up and marrying me,  its so innocent and sweet!  He asked me yesterday "how old were you when you married daddy?", I told him I was 21.  He then stated that "He needs me to be 21 again so that he can marry me first!" For now, I choose to enjoy being his first love.  This handsome fella has chosen me for the time being, it will be such a short season compared to the days he has ahead of him.

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