One day as we were loading up in the van, I was struck with the fact that the way I live my life is in great contrast to the way my children live theirs. I mean, when I get in the van, I just get in. I sit down. I buckle my seat belt. When Owen gets in the van, he finds a toy on the way in that he forgot out there last time. So he tells each of us (separately) about how he found the toy, and then plays with it for a minute. He takes a drink out of the cup that he left next to his seat (even though we’ve told him a million times to 1. bring in drinks and 2. not drink things that he finds places) and then gets into his booster seat backwards so that he can look out the window. After I remind him to get buckled, he slowly slides around to forward facing and spends another 5 minutes half-heartedly attempting to buckle himself before asking his brother for help.
There are many moments like these, all throughout our day!
In honor of Mother’s Day, I present to you a photo essay entitled Mom vs. The Boys. How I do things, and how they do them. For example, how many trips should it take to get these baking items out of the pantry? For me, it’s two.
For Aidan, it’s one. Well, one, plus the time it takes to pick everything up off the floor! (This applies to laundry too! And when you carry a stack that large, it’s impossible to get the clothes all in the drawer and have the drawer actually close.)
Here’s how I clean up the game room:
To me, however, there are some things in life that deserve attention to detail. Vacuuming is one of those things. I don’t like visible dirt and junk on the carpet. It’s worth it to move a few things if I need to.
Speaking of dishes and food, let’s talk about choosing an appropriate portion of food. Here’s how I pour a bowl of cereal:
Fashion is another area in which our lifestyles differ. There are several issues here. Matching. Dressing appropriately for the weather. On Sundays, the boys pretty much wear khaki pants, a polo shirt, and church shoes. The rules have been a little more loose for Owen because I can’t find a pair of khaki pants that will stay up on his tiny waist.
Here’s how I dress Owen for church:
… But sometimes he gets dressed before I have a chance to get out his clothes for him, and he ends up looking like this:
If I had a dollar for every time he has told me that he wants to wear his sports shorts, I’d be very wealthy! It’s not just on Sundays – he asks to wear them when it’s 40 degrees out, when we’re on our way to take professional photos, etc. He loves that pair of shorts, and has recently taken to tucking in his shirts with them. But just in the front, because that’s all he can manage to tuck!
But it’s not all bad. Because the boys have reminded me that sometimes it’s better to choose the fun way than the practical way. We can’t always choose the fun way to get into the van, especially when we’re running late to an appointment.
But we can stop our school day to examine a toad in the backyard…
Or read an extra book before bed. Or maybe be not quite so frustrated about choosing the path that goes through the rain puddle instead of the path that keeps one’s shoes dry.
Life is pretty exciting with all these boys, but I am so glad that God has allowed me to be their mother!
Happy Mother’s Day!
Disclaimer: While based very much upon the truth, all photos were staged and comparisons were exaggerated for the sake of this silly Mother’s Day post.