"Boys are found everywhere—on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them. A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair
and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket."
Author: Alan Beck

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Mother's Day

Mom and me 1975

Every year is better than the last.  This year was no exception.  I had the BEST mother's day a girl could ask for.

The boys brought me coffee in bed and began by telling me they wouldn't fight, and that they'd listen the first time I asked them to do something.  If you're jealous, you should be, because they did not fight all day long, and the most I had to ask someone to do something was only 6 times, which is far less than the normal average around here.

They went on to tell me that the day was my day, and that they would happily do whatever activity I chose. Then they began to chime in with clarifications-

"Like if you want to go to the skate park, mom, we'll go with you.....even if we don't wanna."

"Yeah, mom....and if you want to eat at Casa Bonita for lunch, we can take you there!"

Aren't they sweet?

Much to their dismay, all I really wanted to do was spend time doing things around the house that had been neglected, and to work on getting the coop ready for the hens.  Their eyes glared at me like daggers after I shared my intentions with them.  If we had taken a vote, I'm pretty sure that at least 4 out of 5 boys would have opted to revoke my mother's day flowers.  Lucky for me, we don't allow voting on mother's day.  It's my way or the highway.

We had a wonderful time together.  We worked in the backyard and took breaks in between for water fights with friends, popsicles in the shade, and backyard baseball games.  We ordered pizza for dinner and the boys treated me like a queen all the way until bedtime.  I'm already looking forward to next year when I get to be in charge all over again.

Being mom to 5 wonderful boys is something I will never take for granted.  I love their little quirks. I love that they refer to 'Sunny Delight' as church juice.  I love that they call themselves (the band of brothers) The Battybooboo's.  I love that they are loving, caring, respectful, polite and well-mannered 8 out of 10 times we go into public.  I love that they come to my side of the bed when they have a bad dream.  I love that they're still young enough to believe that mommies know everything.  I love when they tell me I'm pretty. I love playing Lego's with them.  I love reading stories to them and watching them sleep.  I think it's cute when they color on the walls (or their faces) with permanent markers.  I laugh when they throw little fits (but I try hard not to let them see me).  I let them stay in their PJ's whenever we're home.  I think they're the cutest, smartest, nicest, and most silly boys on the planet.  I cherish every moment we spend together and look forward to whatever adventure they have in store for me each and every day.

If you ask me, I'll tell you.  I'm the luckiest mom in the world. 

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