Thursday, May 12, 2016

The World Was Made for Little Boys


A Boy's World
Rea Williams

The world was made for little boys
With infinite wonders and myriad joys
As he explores the source of brooks
Or recorded lore in interesting books.

As he trails fierce bears imaginary
Or listens quietly for the wild canary,
There are trees to climb--birds to hear,
Animals to greet with love--not fear.

He tramps the woods, fields and streams
Dreaming those wondrous boyhood dreams,
Of conquering worlds--as yet unknown
In that far off day when he is grown,
To manhood stature with noble goal
Imbued with nature's gentle soul.

In the cool of evening or midday sun
Knowing that all of life is one--
Knowing with all its strife and noise
The world was made for little boys.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Riling the Mama Bear


Today Talmage came home from school with a butterfly he had made of tissue paper, a clothespin, and some pipe cleaners.
As I complimented his artwork, he told me with some dejection,
"Some boys on the bus said it was s-t-u-p-i..." he trailed off and continued to fly his creation around.
Anger welled up within me as I imagined older boys on the bus teasing a tiny Kindergartner...
my tiny Kindergartner, no less.

"Sometimes when boys get to be a little older they say very mean things," I responded. "But you just ignore them...I think your butterfly is great!"
He was pretty unruffled as he went out into the backyard to continue flying his piece of artwork through the air,
but I stayed in the house seething.
When I'm pregnant the mama-bear instincts within me tend to be very easily riled.

But during moments like this
(and there have been several this school year),
I remind myself that, as much as I wish I could spare him the pain of others' cruelty,
that is precisely one of the reasons we decided to send him to public school.
I want him to learn to be resilient and to discover how to not care excessively about what others think.
I want him to develop self-confidence in the face of adversity.
I want him to remember his worth even when others try to make him feel worthless.

The social experiences I had as a child that were tremendously difficult at the time
did a great deal to shape me into the person I am today, and I am grateful for the lessons I learned through the years of rejection I experienced.

So even as I boiled in the kitchen while I watched his carefree spirit soar around the backyard with his butterfly,
I felt reassured as his actions exuded peace and confidence despite others' unkindness.
That's something I hope will always stay with him.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Flower Maiden


From the time he was just tiny, Talmage has taken it upon himself to supply me with constant bouquets of wildflowers he discovers.
The other day I got home and he excitedly brought a giant dandelion to me, kneeling down on one knee as he presented it to me. And the following day he called me "flower maiden."
Seriously.

All of my boys shower me with compliments--Sam has taught them to treat me like a queen.
So when people express sympathy or tell me to "keep trying" when they hear we're having another boy,
I think they just must not understand.
I simply adore living with this bunch o' boys.
I feel so blessed to be getting another,
but I'm not sure how my heart will keep from bursting.
Cheesy? Perhaps.
But true.
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