Aaah... reason #4 why I am thankful that God gave me the kids that he did... (Just for the record, I wouldn't have minded some girls in the mix - but as usual, God knows what is best!)
Anyway, today's reason was pretty easy to come up with and it popped into my head while picking up the boys at aftercare. My two blog-readers, Cindy and Tami, were present and can probably write this blog post easier than me!
Ok, so I'm chatting with my friends and keeping an eye on the boys - not really anxious to go home yet and all of a sudden we hear this ear splitting wail. Fortunately, it was not a cry that I recognized so I looked around expecting to find some poor child with her arm hanging off her body or gigantic needles in her finger or something... Nope. A tiny scrape - smaller than a dime - smack dab in the middle of this little girl's knee. It was bleeding - but not gushing or even dripping. Just red.
The screaming I heard was worse than when Ryan bites a hole in his tongue (notice that is present tense as this happens often - well not as often now because he knocked his front teeth out.) Anyway - this is the same scream that the boys let loose when the doctor shoves the needle in their wound to numb it before stitches. (Squirming yet?)
So here is this cute little girl screaming her head off and sobbing because of a small boo-boo. All of us watching make some comment about sending my boys over to her to explain what pain really feels like. But the kind hearted aftercare ladies tend to her abrasion and I gather my boys and head on inside.
As we walk down the hallway, we see this girl and she is refusing to walk on her leg and Judy is patiently trying to help her. Complete and total dramatics.
So what does all this have to do with reason #4? I'm getting there, relax.
My boys are tough. They have taken some literal and figurative bumps, cuts and bruises. They know pain, but they move on and don't let it slow them down. I think the joy that oozes out of them is just that - moving on from the pain life tries to throw at them and not letting it get them down.
I think we could all learn a thing or two from these little guys. We should "man up" when we are hurting. Cry, but don't wallow. A hug and kiss make it all better - don't bother with the dramatics - or ice for that matter.
And remember... chicks dig scars. As Mark says, "Pain is temporary, scars are sexy."
6 comments:
Yes, the truth is that girls are very moody and dramatic. I should know since I have two of them.
Very true! ME? Super happy to have boys as well!
just stumbled upon your blog-found it very encouraging (I'm a Christian too!) to see your faith and witness! Keep it up! love and prayers.
This was the most interesting and wellwritten text I've read in a very long time. It made me stay positive and realise that it's true what you're saying.. Pain doesn't last forever.
You have a joyful day! Hugs
Heh heh. Sounds like you've got a violent pair :) - but a blessing, nonetheless.
I grew up with two sisters- both are tougher than me. I weep and wail in the presence of a spider. And I don't deal well with cuts and bruises.
Oh, and I have a tendency to faint.
It's good to hear someone talking honestly about the blessings their children can be :).
I love your sense of humor! Maddy and Delaney are so tough...but Jack...Jack is another story!
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