Being a mom to boys is not for the faint of heart.
I knew this, they jump and climb, and they run too fast and have generally
no regard for their safety. I live this, when they sit on me and decide to jump
up and land squarely on my stomach or when they climb me like a ladder when
they want to be held. Forget even sitting peacefully on the floor or the couch
if they're in a rambunctious, let’s play mood, because I'll instantly turn into
a jungle gym or obtain a monkey on my back.
For the most part I love all of energy and craziness that goes along with
having boys. They certainly keep me busy and on my toes. I could, however, do
without the hot, sweaty, stinky smell at the end of the day, but I digress.
What I didn't expect about having boys was how to handle rough play when
there are other kids involved. Sure my boys chase each other and occasionally
push or hit at each other but I make them hug it out, no harm no foul.
A lot of our friends with kids have boys too so they play with them all the
time. Most of the other boys are younger and up until recently the boys were
more independent when it came to play so the most turmoil we encountered has been
sharing a toy that more than one kid wanted.
The other night I got to watch my boys interact with a couple of boys who
were older than them. My boys kept running up to the other boys to get shoved
and would fall into the grass. Most of the time the boys weren't pushing them that
hard and they fell down on their own and giggled. But, every once in a
while, one of the boys would hit towards their face or pull up his leg to kick
them... this I was not ok with. In fact, watching this "game" the
older boys called "playing fighting" forced me to go inside and hold
it together while my husband watched them play.
Do all little boys play "fighting?" Is this acceptable boy
behavior that I just have to look the other way to or just get over and know
that there will be bumps and bruises? I know my kids can be rough and Griffin
loves be knocked down but my mama brain goes straight to the freak accident
where my kid trips and busts his head open.
At the end of the evening no one got hurt, there was no blood, no freak
accident, just a couple of exhausted boys who played their hearts out. And
that's what I have to remind myself, they're boys! They are going to play
rougher than I would like, or climb higher than I'd prefer, and this will lead
to days where there is blood but the majority of the time they'll be just fine. Just hot, sweaty and stinky, and I can live with that.
Labels: 2014, Lil D, Mommy Things, Mr.Griffin