Sunday, February 15, 2009
Boys, boys, boys.
When I was a kid, I always knew I wanted to be a mom someday. I was always volunteering to babysit at church functions, always the one holding someone's baby. But in my vision of myself as a mother, I imagined I had girls. Like Carol Brady - 2 or 3 blonde little girls with pigtails and dresses.
Instead, I ended up with more boys than girls. Of course, I have one beautiful daughter and she is a an adventure all to herself. But this post is about my boys.
Joseph is my oldest and he is away at college. I miss him a lot. I see his face in my pictures on my laptop and I can't believe he's not here. Most of the time our phone conversations are short exchanges of information. I always tell him how much I love him. Last week he really surprised me. He called me in the middle of the day, which he rarely does because I'm at school and have a hard time making a personal phone call. I called him back on my lunch and he really touched my heart: he was stressed out over his French class and he just needed someone to talk to. I almost cried. He still needs me! I made him a care package, and just tonight I've decided I'm going to drive up to see him this week and take him out to dinner. My boy still needs his mom, no matter how independent he may seem.
Daniel is my middle son, my 3rd child. I have written a lot here about his athletic abilities. Daniel is a genuinely good kid. He tries hard in everything he does. Today HE completely surprised me: he came out of the bathroom and said, "Mom, can you come here right now? It's very important.". I jumped up and went in the bathroom and the look on his face told me something was really upsetting him. He pulled his shorts down right there on the spot and said, "There's a spot on my penis." This from the boy who hasn't let me see him naked in years! I calmly knelt down, examined the spot, and declared it to be a freckle or a mole. The relief on his face was clear. But just to make us both feel better, I'm going to make him an appointment with his male doctor. I was so happy that he felt like he could tell me. I have to admit I was a little surprised when he showed me, but I'm glad he felt like he could. We talked a little more, but after that he seemed so embarrassed that I just left the bathroom pretty quickly. Don't take this wrong, but I can't believe how "grown up" he looks naked. My baby! (laugh) Afterwards, for some reason, I had to resist the urge not to laugh. It was just one of those "mom" moments!
Aaron, is my 3rd son and my 4th child. He is 10 years younger than Joseph, 8 years younger than Rachael, and 6 years younger than Daniel. He's "the baby" and he turned 9 yesterday. Lately, God bless him, he has been pushing it with EVERYTHING! He makes me want to scream sometimes. Steven will agree with me - he has been incredibly difficult. He tries to break all the rules, he argues about everything, and he never stops moving or making noise. I love him, but he is wearing me out! All in all, he's a good kid, and I'm not going to stop doing what needs to be done, but lately I DO look forward to his weekends with his dad. It's so nice and quiet....sigh! But he's my boy.
Anyway, I guess the point is: parenting is always challenging, but lately it's been very...um.....interesting. I'm definitely NOT Carol Brady. But what can I say? I love my boys.
Posted by Jodi at 8:48 PM