My twins boys are a little over two and a half. This week Christopher laid on the floor and tooted (our special word for gas) and laughed. He then did it again announcing, “Momma, I tooted!” and giggled more. Seriously, what happened to my sweet little boys. They are covered in mud every time we go outside. They spit to entertain each other. They make burping and throwing up sounds. They are remarkably destructive for people so small. Their toddlerhood is so different from what I remember from my daughter this age.
I recently saw a post that said, When you are raising boys you always know where you stand….in the middle of a hurricane.
Most days, this is exactly how it feels. I feel like they are my lesson in releasing control. I like to know what’s going to happen, when it will happen and most of the time I like to be the cause of a surprise not the victim of it. When you have boys you have to release this. When the sweet old lady at church comes up and reaches out to shake your little guys hand and he gives her enthusiastic “knuckles” instead, when your son releases gas in a quiet coffee shop, when he pees on the floor in front of your neighbors, when he rummages around in the bathroom and comes out with tampons for your guests like they are party favors you have to laugh or you will cry.
A friend recently sent me this quote, You can have faith or you can have control but you can’t have both. I’d say if you have boys you need a lot of faith.