Life with Boys

How do they do it?

Wednesday ~ Sons #1 and #2 both, in separate incidents, fall in rousing games at youth group and AWANA, respectively. Each ends up with an impressive-looking rug burn on their elbow. Nothing unusual about that.

Friday ~ Son #2 is...what else?...wrestling with his brothers and knocks the aforementioned elbow on the floor. He keeps his cool, but by his urgent call, I can tell something is unusually wrong. I find that his rug burn has broken open. 'Nuff said.

Saturday ~ Sons #1 and #2 are playing baseball with their dad and little brother. And once more, on separate occasions, they slide, dive, or collide in such a way that their injury of a few days earlier has busted open yet again! They return home, each holding their elbow in their hand. One even has his dad's t-shirt pressed up against his wound. Have I mentioned I don't handle blood well? That should be a major component to the story.

As I irrigate and disinfect their wounds, I'm left scratching my head.

And little by little, I'm becoming more and more aware of the fact that boys really are a different breed.

I'm so glad.

Boys are Found Everywhere ~
on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around, or jumping to...
A boys is Truth with dirt on its face,
Beauty with a cut on its finger,
Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair,
and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.~ Alan Marshall Beck