He wubs me, he weally weally does!

I love having boys.  At one point in my life, I knew, just KNEW I was only going to have girls.  I am such a girly girl myself, I just wouldn't know what to do with boys, I used to think. 


Well, the powers that be had other plans for me.  And I am so very, very happy those plans turned out the way they did.  Because I love, love, LOVE my boys!

They are wild, and hyper, and loud, and busy.  They NEVER sit still long enough to complete a sentence.  They must alwasy be DOING something.  Their voices do not know what a whisper is, no matter how often I demonstrate it.  Their bellies are forever empty and their mouths forever full trying to compensate for that emptiness.  The fluster and frustrate me just as much as they melt me into a puddle at their feet. 


My boys bring the tomboy out in me.  And, I think my girliness brings their tenderness out in them.  They make me laugh every day, multiple times a day.  But, more importantly, they want to make me laugh.  They worry that I might not be happy, proven when I make a sad face or pretend to cry if they are being mean or naughty.  They fall over themselves in an effort to apologize and give me hugs and kisses and promises of never doing it again.  What's even better is that I make them laugh.  And I want to make them laugh every mintue of every day.  When my boys get older and someone asks what their chuldhoods were like, I want them to be able to say they were truly, utterly happy and they laughed all the time.  Because that's what kids should do.  

I also want them to know that they are loved.  I want them to feel as loved as I do each and every day.  Before becoming a mother, I never realized this amazing, jaw dropping, complete and utter soul consuming passion I could feel for another person.  I can't even begin to describe the depths of love I feel for each one of my boys.  And, though I love them differently, I love them both totally and completely 100% the same, if that makes any sense.  And I think my boys feel the same way about me.  Every day, they ask me to marry them.  Every day, they come up with new and exciting "dates" they want to take me on.  It's very cute and very adorable.  And I love that they want to impress me so.  I can't wait to unleash them on the rest of the female population.  The world will finally know what the perfect man is and each of my boys will be him.  

Travis laughs and chuckles when I say this.  He thinks I am going to be an overbearing and ridiculously snarky mother in law.  I beg to differ.  I was on the receiving end of that kind of behavior once and I refuse to allow someone else to go through that kind of misery.  As long as my boys find someone who will love them as completely and whole heartedly as they deserved to be loved and they are happy with that someone, then I am happy.  I know I will be.  


Buuuuuut, there may be a problem.  


Just a tiny one.


Bryce came to me tonight in tears.  He amazes me with how his little mind works and where he comes up with some of his thoughts.  I have always said he had an old soul.  Tonight proved, yet again, that I am correct.  He had already been in bed for an hour when he came upstairs crying.


Me:  "What's wrong, Buggie?  Did you ahve a bad dream?"

Bryce:  "I c-c-c-can't go to college!"  He bursts into tears at this point.  Alarmed, I gathered him up and snuggled him close.  

Me:  "What?  What do you mean?  You aren't going anywhere!  What's this about?"

Bryce:  "When you go to college, you have to move there and I can't leave!  I will miss you too much!"  His little lip was quivering and, I have to admit, my own trembled a bit thinking about how fast his childhood has gone and how in just a few years, he won't be worried about leaving me, but excited to start on his new journey in life.  

Me:  "Oh, honey, it will be ok!  By the time you are old enough to go to college, you won't even care about moving away."

Bryce:  "No, no, I will miss you too  much.  I am not going to college."

Me:  "Well, you have a few years to think on it.  But, if you don't go to college, you can't get a good job.  Which means you won't have that fancy car you want when you grow up."  He was quiet for a while as he thought about it and then, the true boy came out in him.  


"Well, I really want that car.  It was really cool, huh?"  I nodded.  "Maybe you and Daddy and Bubba could jus' come an' visit me lots, ok?"  I hugged him closer.

"Of course.  Anytime, we will come visit you whenever you want us to."  This seemed to satisfy him and he went back to bed and I haven't heard a peep from him.  

My boys definitely keep me on my toes.  Even if their love and passion for their mama can be traded for a super fast and sporty bright red convertable in the blink of an eye, I still love them to the moon and back and always will.