I Am the Mother of a Boy

  • I wore a Captain Rex band-aid today.
  • I know who Captain Rex is.
  • I know that Ewoks are from Endor and Wookies are from Kashyyyk (sorry spell check).
  • I am quite good at assembling Legos.
  • I don’t even look in the toilet anymore, I just flush it when I walk by the kids’ bathroom.
  • Any day of the week, one or both of our bathrooms will smell like a men’s room.
  • Bloody noses don’t phase me.
  • I’m learning the difference between a force out and when you have to tag the runner.
  • I shuffle my feel when walking in his room at night, I’m all too familiar with the pain of stepping on Legos with bare feet.
  • Chicken nuggets and corn dogs will always be in my freezer, in mass quantity.
  • I’m used to explaining WHY flushing and washing hands are requirements.
  • I regularly hear Chad say at dinner, “If you can’t chew with your mouth closed, you can’t sit by me.”
  • I’m already nervous about girls calling my home someday looking for him… I don’t plan on being overly kind to them.  Although if he does a good job picking them this shouldn’t be a problem.
Still, he is my favorite boy.  He plays hard, laughs hard, runs hard, hugs hard… you get the idea.  I love to look at him when he’s sleeping because he is actually sitting still.  I do love him.