Being a mother of three boyz has its challenges and awards. I usually get the question, “Do you wish you had a girl?” So, I answer honestly, “No, I would not change a thing”. I wasn’t a tiniest bit disappointed with having a third boy, actually I was ecstatic. I will wait for granddaughters, cause then I can hand them back to their parents when the drama starts. Believe me, I’m a girl, so I know what drama is!
I have several moments that I refer too as “Mommy Moments” over the years of raising my boyz. If you are wondering why I spell the word “boyz” with a “z” is because when I refer to my sons, they are my boyz, boys in general are spelled with an “s”. This is exceptionally cute when they sign a card for me and spell it with a “z”. It is our secret code between Mother and Sons. Some of these Mommy Moments make me cry and others I am overwhelmed with joy. On May, 27th, I was watching American Idol with my oldest son, when my youngest came charging up the stairs screaming “Mom… I love you!” Sounds heart warming, doesn’t it… should make every Mother’s heart explode with pride, especially because he is almost 15 years old.
So before, I tell you the remaining of the story, let me fill you in on what it is like to be the Mother of three boyz. I was one of those moms who volunteered to do anything and everything that my boyz were interested in. Like being a Cub Scout Leader, Sunday School Teacher, PTA Mom, Classroom Mom, Sport Teams Mom, and everything else in between. Some times I had over committed but I struggled through it with my husband as my best helper. Being a mother of boys, you are also a mother of men. I enjoyed the low maintenance boys only requiring mud puddles, torn blue jeans, toads, and worms. You where always guaranteed to hear the car noises, shooting noises, and pretend bomb explosions. Also, the surprise of the mystery night that transformed your little boy to no longer want to go into the women’s bathroom with you, or let you see him in the bath. What happened to our little boyz… they grow up to be bigger boyz.
So, back to the story… I was sitting on a rolling stool in front of the sofa as my son came careening across the room with his arms wide open. I am assuming he thought we would crash into the sofa for a soft landing. His attempt to be playfully by hugging and squishing me went from giggles to cries but not by him. He accidentally kicked me in the cheek with his heel as I wrestled to get him off me in fun. I hit the floor and faked the cry of “You hurt me”… and in a second I sat up with, “Just kidding, it didn’t hurt that much”. His eyes widened as he starred into my face. Trusting his reaction was not acting, I reached for my cheek and felt a lump the size of a golf ball. Now the joke was on me. He quickly ran for ice to put on my cheek. It took a day before the swelling went down and 4 days later, I had a black eye. It was all in fun; I wore the shiner proudly and wouldn’t have changed the “Mommy Moment”.
So don’t worry my son is not aggressive but he does enjoy the rough and tumble play. I guess it’s a guy thing to show his strength but he always does it with a smile and in fun. As the saying goes, it is all fun and games until someone looses a wiener!
I have several moments that I refer too as “Mommy Moments” over the years of raising my boyz. If you are wondering why I spell the word “boyz” with a “z” is because when I refer to my sons, they are my boyz, boys in general are spelled with an “s”. This is exceptionally cute when they sign a card for me and spell it with a “z”. It is our secret code between Mother and Sons. Some of these Mommy Moments make me cry and others I am overwhelmed with joy. On May, 27th, I was watching American Idol with my oldest son, when my youngest came charging up the stairs screaming “Mom… I love you!” Sounds heart warming, doesn’t it… should make every Mother’s heart explode with pride, especially because he is almost 15 years old.
So before, I tell you the remaining of the story, let me fill you in on what it is like to be the Mother of three boyz. I was one of those moms who volunteered to do anything and everything that my boyz were interested in. Like being a Cub Scout Leader, Sunday School Teacher, PTA Mom, Classroom Mom, Sport Teams Mom, and everything else in between. Some times I had over committed but I struggled through it with my husband as my best helper. Being a mother of boys, you are also a mother of men. I enjoyed the low maintenance boys only requiring mud puddles, torn blue jeans, toads, and worms. You where always guaranteed to hear the car noises, shooting noises, and pretend bomb explosions. Also, the surprise of the mystery night that transformed your little boy to no longer want to go into the women’s bathroom with you, or let you see him in the bath. What happened to our little boyz… they grow up to be bigger boyz.
So, back to the story… I was sitting on a rolling stool in front of the sofa as my son came careening across the room with his arms wide open. I am assuming he thought we would crash into the sofa for a soft landing. His attempt to be playfully by hugging and squishing me went from giggles to cries but not by him. He accidentally kicked me in the cheek with his heel as I wrestled to get him off me in fun. I hit the floor and faked the cry of “You hurt me”… and in a second I sat up with, “Just kidding, it didn’t hurt that much”. His eyes widened as he starred into my face. Trusting his reaction was not acting, I reached for my cheek and felt a lump the size of a golf ball. Now the joke was on me. He quickly ran for ice to put on my cheek. It took a day before the swelling went down and 4 days later, I had a black eye. It was all in fun; I wore the shiner proudly and wouldn’t have changed the “Mommy Moment”.
So don’t worry my son is not aggressive but he does enjoy the rough and tumble play. I guess it’s a guy thing to show his strength but he always does it with a smile and in fun. As the saying goes, it is all fun and games until someone looses a wiener!
