My plan was to write about books today, but those two rascals I hear sleeping in the other room just wouldn't let it be. They love reading enough to at least make a connection between boys and books, and reading is one of the few activities that will get them to sit still. Books are valuable, boys are more so.
And even if you don't have children, you know some boy who makes you smile - or grind your teeth. The dirt, the wrestling, the sprinting, the yelling, the questions ("Why dad?")! The phrase, "Boys will be boys" may anger me, but I know why it exists. If our boys don't get outside every day - I can't explain how thankful I am for spring - they're different creatures. B may be for boys, but boys are for the outdoors.
|Messy? No, just boyish|
I was driving home the other day and I realized I didn't want to raise nice boys; I want those two ruffians to be good, and sometimes goodness has to be stern, maybe even mean at times. And don't get me wrong, I want them to be loving too. Nice has come to mean pushover in my mind. I guess I want them to keep that wild streak, and yet be good and loving.
Do you remember that line from Mr. Beaver in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe? The children are asking about Aslan and one of them asks something like, "Is he safe?" Mr. Beaver answers, "Of course he's not safe! But he's good."
Yes! Wild but good. ...well, we've got the wild part down to a science!
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