Why I Love My Boys

Sorry for the long silence over here.  I have been thinking a lot about the kiddos God has given me and just what a blessing they are to me.  I’m the type of person who looks more easily at the less attractive points at times than the good.  I suppose I’m a pessimist, but I’m trying to change my ways.  I know the glass is half empty sometimes, but it’s a nice glass and half is better than none, right?  So, maybe I’m not a pessimist but am just a realist.  Maybe I’m not as easy to peg down into one category, because I definitely have some annoying Polly Anna tendencies as well.  I know that the Lord is much bigger and greater than our circumstances and He is doing awesome things for His glory and our good, so I can’t be much of a pessimist when looking at things through that lens.

What, you ask does all that have to do with my boys?  Well, a lot.  You see it is quite obvious from spending just a short time with any toddler and early school aged boys that they are quite energetic.  At times they can even be downright LOUD.  Without really know my little ones it might be easy to think, “Oh I know those kind.  Loud and way to busy for their own good.”  But, one must not be too hasty.  These boys will be men someday and all that energy and enthusiasm with do them good.  They will provide, work hard, dig in and lead when no one else will, love tenderly and with much wisdom.  All that starts now as little guys who don’t know what else to do but throw themselves onto the couch and run circles around me.  It’s a huge undertaking to train them to be men someday, but the Lord is with us.  He made them and He will guide us. (Phew!)

Some of the sweet things my little boys do, as only little boys can:

* The big one cuts flowers from “Momma’s Garden” and brings them to me almost daily.

* Last night they were talking about Bad Guys and what to do about them.  The big guy decided they could fight them with Light Sabers  to protect me.  “But we would need bigger Light Sabers Momma.”

* Overheard them talking.  “Where is your caterpillar?”
“Oh, he died.  I threw him away.  I recycled him.”

* They kill bugs for me.

* They pray for me.

* They forgive me.

There are so many funny, sweet wonderful things my little guys do and say.  Yes, sometimes they are too loud, and don’t know what to do with all that energy.  But, they are much more than that!