This is what it means

...to be the mother of boys. I was reading aloud to the boys tonight in their room. One boy is snuggled up to me, nice and sweaty. One boy's face appears above me, upside down and sans shirt, as he peers down at me from his loft bed up above. The last boy is across the room from me, laser light from his Nerf gun trained on my head as I read. I was about to get really irritated and tell everyone to just lie down, quit goofing around, don't point that light at me, when something inside told me that this is what it is to be the mother of boys. They weren't being bad, and they all were really listening to our book. But this is what boys do. And I, as a "girl", need to let them be boys and make sure I'm not trying to turn them into little girls.
Oh boy, do I need wisdom.

On another note, my two week (plus) hiatus has been due to VBS at church (Lord, that was tiring); a week's trip to Maine with my mom and dad; and another week with my folks here at home. They returned home today. I hope it is not so long before I see them again. So now we're looking ahead to the last weeks of summer and the start of school. I plan to be posting more regularly and with pictures, too!