Life with Boys
I never knew how my heart would be so full. Of tender whispers. And deafening yells. Cries of indignation. and joy. Noises of all kinds. Burps... and "bottom burps" and all sorts of disgusting noises that I can't put into words. Shouts of triumph. Laughter over flatulence. Silly jokes. Boisterous cacophony.
Wiping tears. Wiping bottoms. Scraped knees. Paper cuts. Splinters. First Aid kit... in the car, at home, in my purse. Doctor's office. X-ray. Splint. Referral to specialist.
Eyes eager to please. Flash of anger. Spark of Curiosity. Quick obedience or reluctant dragging of feet.
In my washing machine and dryer I find rocks, and pebbles. Sand. Legos.
On the floor is dirt and dust and cereal along with a plethora of pieces of randomness... boardgame piece, magformer, rubber band, star wars figurine.
Full of motion. Swinging. Climbing. Digging. Burying. Unearthing. exploring.
Change, change, change. Change of clothes, again. Change of attitude. Change of expectations.
A life never dull.
Flexibility always required.
Wouldn't change it for anything.