Last week I dropped my little big guy at a friend's house with her daughter of the same age. This was the first time I'd dropped him off for a play date without me, because I was taking the babe to an appointment. When I returned about an hour later I was greeted at the door with a huge, "Whew!" My heart sank to my stomach thinking something had gone wrong. Her response was, "No problems. I don't have boys!"
It was so funny to think about that. Other people who have older girls have commented to me about how different it is to play with my two boys. So this has had me thinking how differently my boys play. It has highlighted their energy, the "wildness" of their play. Today, while the boys were running and screaming and climbing all over me, I remembered what my friend said. When we had some kids over and kids were jumping on the bed, I was the only mom who didn't really care. I would have never believed it of myself, but I let my boys jump on the bed (but only the bed). My boys take out just about every toy every day, and the mess stays there until the end of the day (it's not worth my energy to pick up multiple times or battle putting one toy away before the next one.
There is pounding, banging, running and crazy chaos every day. My three year old is rough and tumble, he is active and noisy; I'm sure little brother will follow in those footsteps. But we also have wonderful quiet moments in between when we read and cuddle, do puzzles and color. I'm tired every night, but I love the energy, I love the pure joy. I love my rough tumble boys, whether the moment is calm or or loud and crazy.
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