Boy Mom

I didn’t know I had it in me.

“He believed he could, so he did….and now he’s in timeout.”

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve long known that I wanted to be a boy mom. I’d observe the way little boys doted on their moms. I recognized their level of energy in comparison to their girl counterparts was incomparable, to say the least. But, mostly, boys always seemed to have this compassion and sensitivity. I looked forward to my turn to mother a boy.

Well, my turn has come and I really was not ready for everything else that comes with this. My three year old has the energy that was described in that Energizer Bunny commercial from the ‘90s. Really, he just keeps going and going and going …until he crashes. Then, he recharges and repeats the cycle. Most times, I try to keep up with him. (It will keep me young.) But, other times, I just beg him to calm down and I’m secretly praying that God would allow another sleep blessing to come my way.

My resolve? Instead of being resistant to all that he is doing, I’m learning to acclimate my self with his ways. I’ve resolved to carving out “work-out“ time when we get home from school to encourage him to run, jump, skip and hop as much as he needs to. Being a teacher mom, I have also been figuring out ways to incorporate counting, letter sounds and recognition into any movement activity that we did because I really can’t help myself. Have these things decreased his energy level? Uuuhh . . .stay tuned! BRB