A Mom to Boys--Not for the Faint of Heart

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.

xoxo, Jen

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