I know how boys play…. it’s almost always messy and rarely quiet. Living room cushions and blankets become forts. Their appreciated but sweaty hugs smell of wet grass and mud…. as do their bedrooms….on a good day. We won’t talk about the other days.
One son could sit in the middle of a room …no toy or book at hand … and amuse himself by simply making sound effects. Time outs didn’t really work for him.
Legos, GI Joes, Transformers – – – once they’re in your house you can’t get rid of them! My youngest son is 29 and I still find these things. The other day Frostbite dropped in on me…. he had been hanging out on a bookshelf. Now and then I find a stray arm or leg ….an unfortunate Joe who didn’t make it…or maybe it’s Chewbacca?
After taking two oldest sons to see Return of the Jedi, the eight acres surrounding our house became the forest of Endor. And a huge, fallen tree became the “Ewok Tree”. Names changed to Skywalker and Solo. That game lasted for several years. Little brothers were ready-made Ewoks…but I kind of had to keep my eye on that scenario.
There was also the Masters of the Universe era – – – He-Man temporarily lived at our house. He shared a room with Skeletor. Many battles were waged … until I called time out.
Occasionally there was rappelling practice out the attic window… in the middle of the night.
Youth group, FFA, scouting and sports evolved…. baseball, football, wrestling, soccer. Thank goodness fuel was cheaper then. I always had a car full of boys going somewhere.
We can’t overlook the emergency room…. broken wrist from running backwards, hyper-extended elbow from football, stitches from riding bike into car, to name only a few. And my personal favorite……. “Mrs. McGillivray, this is the school. Andrew was doing a flip in the principal’s office and landed on his head. We think he should be seen”. Seen by who?? A psychiatrist maybe? And why was he doing a flip in the principal’s office? Why was he even in the principal’s office??? Some things, I think, I don’t want to know.
Being a mom of boys was fun. Being a grandma of boys is even more fun. Because now I can go to the soccer game, enjoy the game, get in my car when it’s over and go home or shopping or to coffee A-L-O-N-E …. instead of toting half the team to pizza (although that has it’s fun side too). And when I give the “gift of Legos”, they mercifully go home with parent and child. Yes, these are the perks of grandparenting….we get to have all the fun and mostly none of the work.
I kept telling myself I was meant to have only sons and grandsons. I wouldn’t know what to do with a girl anyway. I mean, I used to be one, but that was a long time ago. Things are the way they are. Period. There would be no patent leather shoes, nor ruffled dresses, nor dolls in my life. No little girls. OK.
Then last year my daughters-in-law did the most unusual thing. They each gave birth to a daughter. Unheard of! Four sons, four grandsons…and now two girls??
I went right out and bought them each a Polly Pocket doll. Of course, I have to keep them in my grandchild box for a couple more years… you know, tiny little parts.
And then this arrived last weekend………..
I ordered this cookie decorating kit from American Girl. Tiny little cookie dresses. Tiny little cookie flip-flops.
Someday I am going to make, bake, decorate and eat pretty little cookie dresses with these two pretty little girls ……….
I CAN HARDLY WAIT!!