Raising boys is not for the faint of heart.
It’s stinky feet and dirty hands.
Loud thuds from the other room and holding your breath for the split second between the crash and the giggle; praying they’re okay.
A constant game of pocket roulette in the laundry room. A handful of dirt, a few rocks, or a living, breathing something or other—you never really know what you’ll find.
Spontaneous kisses and the tightest bear hugs.
Running too fast, jumping from too high, and throwing caution to the wind.
Constant conversation about trucks, tractors, and all things that go VROOM.
Sensitive hearts full of empathy and compassion.
Seeing the world through eyes made new; with a spark of curiosity, excitement, and adventure.
A bundle of nerves as you watch their daredevil ways with amusement, pride, fear, and awe.
The tiniest little hands that fit perfectly in your own palm.
Rough housing before sunrise, and bedtime wrestling matches that leave one crying and the other pouty, but always—ALWAYS—lead to a lot of laughter.
Skinned knees, bruised arms, and fat lips.
Independent streaks a mile wide, yet souls that seek the comfort of mommy and daddy always.
Raising boys is. . .
A labor of love.
A strain on the heart.
And the sweetest blessing I’ve ever known.
This post originally appeared on Bouncing Forward with Casey Huff
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