Busy Boys

I became a mother in 2016. Before then, the only thing that came close to being held like a baby in my life was my tennis racquet. Tennis was my everything before I met my husband and these little people we lovingly created. I'm a soon-to-be mother of three boys. I can't tell you what it's like raising three boys yet, but I have insight on raising two. This blog will follow my journey as I set sail on bringing up a trio of sons, all currently under the age of five.
If boys bring anything to our busy lives, it's entertainment and the element of surprise. Children in general change us in ways we never imagined before. Just this morning I found myself wearing a storm trooper mask pretending to stave off an evil robot made of lava. My four year old spends most of his mommy time creating such escapades for us. Meanwhile in the other room, my almost two year old climbed into his firetruck bed and attempted to jump off, fearing nothing at all. Then he smiled at me with his gap teeth and a pair of dimples. Boys' minds are filled with imaginative scenes and adventure. My oldest son is one of the best at pretending and make believe. He claims to be the greatest superhero the world has never known. And my youngest can't quite converse with me, but he shows affection and asserts himself in other ways. Boys---they admire strength, power and courage more than I think girls do at this age. They love superheroes, robots, combative and protective characters alike, My boys are drawn to swords, electronics, and things that go. Try being stationary with a boy under five years old for more than thirty minutes. It's a hard feat to accomplish, but not impossible.
My boys are equally cuddly and cute as they are energetic. Their eyes light up when I read them books. They listen closely when I sing their favorite songs. They have more of my heart than tennis ever did because they hug big and display sweet smiles. My boys enjoy kissing my wrist, caressing my elbows as I hold them, and sitting on my lap just to be close to me. The both shout "mama" from downstairs as they hear my feet descend the staircase.
Boys are busy. Exhausting. Trying. I think for a reason.

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