Do you ever wonder what will happen when the kids all grow up? I am a cuddle junkie. I live to hug these boys, to stroke away their tears, to see them smile. I know they love me, but boys grow in to men. They fall in love. They take wives, have children of their own. As much as my husband loves his own mother, he grew up and fell in love with me and we got married. Then when the time came, we picked up and moved 3000 miles away. Just six years later, her other son brought his wife and children out west too. I can't imagine how hard that must be for her. I struggle with this one. I know it is inevitable. I know it will be up to me to walk the balance of being supportive and present in their lives, without being overbearing. Though I still have time with my boys, I know they will be men in the blink of an eye. I sure hope they choose lovely wives...:)
I am swirling in chaos! Our little remodeling projects, ie: painting the boys rooms, have resulted in a whirl of mess, mess, mess. My husband has been diligently painting walls, repurposing furniture, meanwhile all of the clothing, shoes, toys, junk, furniture we are no longer using, etc... is lining the hallways and rooms of my house! We have tried to engage the boys in this project, but it has somehow eluded them that they have any responsibility for putting the house back together, so it it a painful exercise of command and whine. Today, we must put it back, we cannot start the week in madness. So my day, is going to be interesting. They need to help, a lot. I need to figure out how to motivate them to help, without them feeling like they are being tortured. Wish me luck, at 10:30, video games, and NFL TV go off, and cleaning commences. I'd better have another cup of coffee, and pray for the next half hour, I'm gonna need it.
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