First I have to say that my
Casey bug has never been what you would call a girly girl…only in the past few
months has she even played with anything that had fake hair, like her
ponies. Before she hated the whole fake
hair thing, and adamantly refused to even touch any doll or toy that had
it. But she isn’t a boy either…by that I
mean that boys are fundamentally different from girls. Boys are downright aggressive…and violent…and
destructive! Wow…that sounds terrible,
but it is true. Don’t get me wrong, I
love my boy…immensely, but wow!
My 2 year old son is using
his head as a ramming tool, a prying tool, and a hitting tool. This is a recent development, and I am not in
love with it! When he runs at you, you brace
for impact knowing that it is gonna hurt.
You don’t dare step aside because he won’t stop and he will hit a wall,
or door, or grandparent. We parents must
protect the old folks from the bashing…but I am pretty sure that my kidneys
have found a way to cower up in my rib cage.
He has recently taken favor with climbing into our office chairs behind
us and rams his head into our backs then pushes with his feet to quickly and
without delay shove us out of our chairs.
And just the other day he was using his head to hit me…I have, on accident,
banged my head against his…it is as hard as a brick wall! No wonder the Dr tells me I am having
migraines. My Casey bug never did these
things.
My son is in love with the
garage…why you may ask, because that is where the tools are kept. In the morning he goes through the whole
breakfast thing and what not just to get Grandpa to take him to the
garage. As soon as Grandpa stands up and
heads toward his room, Ryan is hot on his tail to grab his finger and lead him
to his shoes so that he can go into the garage or outside. Grandpa has had to put a large heavy grinder
on the tool box so that Ryan can’t get in.
Ryan knows where Grandpa keeps his plug in power tools too, because we
have very often found him inside trying to plug in the drill or using the
sander to sand the carpet. The louder
the tool is, the better he likes it…he even yells while it is on, so he can
participate. He came to me today
smelling like dirty tools…it was disgusting.
Any and all dirt within a 10
foot radius of my son must fling itself upon him…and stick! He is impossible to keep clean, and screams
at me when I attempt to clean him off.
He goes outside every day to dig in the dirt…I don’t understand why,
unless he is digging for bugs…oh the thought of that is giving me a headache. We got him a dump truck for his birthday so
that at least he can move the dirt that he digs up. I was watching some tv this evening, only to
find a shovel sitting in my house…really?!
Now I am subjected to dirty things being brought into my house which I
am so diligently spending all my time cleaning?!
It is never enough to be near
me, he must be on me…and not just on me, on my head if I am lying down. I can not be doing anything else while he is
on my lap either…like checking my phone or playing a game or reading a book. He can’t play next to me while I am doing
something, like on the computer…he must grab my arm and take me away. And if that doesn’t work the afore mentioned
pushing out of my chair takes place. My
girl was content to watch tv and play by herself, and even if we bothered her
she would get angry and push us away. I
think she only came to us if she needed food.
Girls are so independent…boys on the other hand are the most dependent
creatures on earth!
I believe I mentioned destructive
earlier…my little boy has started throwing things, and by things I mean
everything he can get his hands on!
Especially if he is frustrated or upset.
I try to give him his paci when he is crying…he takes it and chucks it
at me. If he is not in the mood for
whatever it is that you have put in front of him to eat, he gets angry and
throws his food at the dog…which is why the dog is devoted to him. This is greatly distressing me, as I have
disciplined him in the same way I used when Casey started throwing things. He picked up our xbox remote the other day
and chucked it at the tv…it’s a good thing he is still a bad shot. He throws toys at other kids in nursery!
BOYS!!! This is exasperating! It is really good that he wasn’t the first
born, because I never would have agreed to another one! And I know, he is the future…he will be a
priesthood bearer one day…I am his mother, and am expected to teach him how to
deal with his violent tendencies. I am a
tired mom with a huge home to clean and old folks to worry about…why do I have
to have an angry young boy too? It is at
this point that God is putting in my head all the reasons why I love my son…so
thanks for slapping me, Heavenly Father!
I don’t think I fully
understood why God’s plan is the way it is until I had my son. I now understand in living color why Adam
needed Eve, and why it is “not good for man to be alone”…boys can’t become good
men without a loving mother. Men can’t
really function well in life and be happy without a supportive wife by their
side who loves them in ways their mothers never could. And honestly, I think we, as women, love to
be needed and having someone to care for.
My son is exasperating, but my life would be empty without him in
it. I would never have understood the
love between a mother and her sons without having that little red-haired
menace! So here’s to our boys, may we
not scream too loud when we find the frog in their underpants!
