I had been cleaning all day, and in between finding chores for my son to do, he wandered off into the living room. I could hear him yelling, “It’s a zombie apocalypse!”, as he ran around with his mini Nerf gun. I just smiled to the wonderful sounds of imagination. I continued my cleaning. Then, about an hour later, I stepped into the living room. I noticed a picture had fallen down that was on the end table. As I went to go fix it, something just jumped up and bite me right on the buttock – as once said like Forest Gump. Of course, I let out a loud yell, “Damn it, Tyler! You shot me in the ass!”. Of course, he erupted in laughter. I don’t normally swear at my son very often, but he shot me close range with a Mega Nerf bullet – it seriously hurt!
So, what was my reaction? Yell at him? Send him to time out? Grounding him? No, none of that. It was to start a Nerf gun war! This wouldn’t of been our only battle. In fact, we have several Nerf guns to prove it. In our battles, sometimes, we choose the small Nerf guns. Then, there are the days where we want a real challenge and choose the Mega Nerf guns. The Mega Nerf guns really build up adrenaline and excitement, because they really do hurt! Nobody wants to get hit by one of those. The anxiety builds from hiding behind the fridge and then taking an action roll to the kitchen chair fort. Trying to make perfect aim to the foot peaking around the coffee table. Then failing mission by getting shot in the forehead. It’s all part of the fun.
It’s all part of having a boy. The daily wrestling matches in the bed that makes the mattress topper slide off and throws the blankets all disarray. His common talks about farts and poop that of course accompanies his laughter. The obsession with knowing everything about Minecraft and video games. The daring leaps from the sofas to impersonate Mario jumping on blocks. The rough soccer games in the back yard, where he trash talks more than he kicks in goals. The simple play with Legos, toy cars and trains. And let’s not forget, the love a boy has for his mother. It’s an incredible bond that can not be broken, especially when you allow him to be the boy he is supposed to be.
One day at work, I was waiting on two ladies that had completely agreed with me. One woman was a mother of four boys and the other was a mother of three boys. Both of them, admitted that they wouldn’t know what they would of done if they had girls. They truly wanted all boys and they were blessed to have gotten them. I recall when I was pregnant that I originally wanted a girl, but of course was happy with either gender, I just hoped for a healthy baby. Only God knew better than me by blessing me with my boy. I am so glad that he had.
This same day, I waited on a gentleman that was a father of three girls. He talked about how glad he was that he had girls and that’s all he really wanted. There was one thing he said that struck me,
“There is not one man that I have met that I would trade one of my girls for”.
It made complete sense. It also made me think about how much of a great man that I want my son to become, and also that I’m grateful that I get to raise him.
I see the patterns of closeness between a mother to her son as well as a father to his daughter. Hence why there are sayings such as, “Daddy’s little girl” and “Mommy’s boy”. Regardless, it truly doesn’t matter what the gender of the child is, it would be loved, cared for and cherished. It just seems a lot of times that there is a greater bond between the two connections.
I just know that I am glad to have my little Mommy’s boy. He just fits my personality so well, as I am competitive, athletic, strong willed and think everything is funny, including crude jokes. I couldn’t imagine anything better than to get jumped on, shot at and tickled by my little monster of a boy. I am truly blessed indeed.