A few mornings ago, I opened the dishwasher to unload it. When it was time to unload the utensils, I opened up my utensil drawer to find this:
Last night, we were sitting out on the front porch eating dinner with the boys. Our neighbor comes out with one of her daughters (who is 3) and she was all dolled up for ballet class. She had a Tinker Bell body suit (Yeah I have no idea what those things are called) with a pink tutu over it. She also had another pink tutu on a hanger. As she was getting into her van I said, “that is just another reason I am so glad I don’t have girls.”
And right on cue, Evan lets out the loudest and longest belch ever. Jeremy looked at me and said, “Kim (our neighbor) is now probably thinking the same thing about her not having boys.” Touché. Touché.
Just another day with boys! And I love it!
Last week, I had a “Black Friday” in my own way. The day after Halloween couldn’t come soon enough. You see Evan has never been into dress up or pretend play so I have never bought any dress up clothes for the boys. But he is now getting into super heros and over the last couple of months he has gotten more into pretend play. Especially since our weekend in VA, where his friend Anden had many super hero costumes.
I have been waiting for the After – Halloween Sales since August. So the morning after halloween, I got up and got out of the house early to scoop up some deals. I was a mom on a mission!
While I was at Target, I was frantically scooping up all costumes that were size 4-6 when a conversation started up amongst some of us moms. We were chit-chatting about the ages of our kids, the costumes we were looking for and sizes. When one of the moms found a soldier costume. She asked if anyone wanted it.
Another mom spoke up very quickly and said, “Oh no, I don’t want my boys dressing up like soldiers.”
I wanted to spout off something sarcastic considering she didn’t want her boys to dress up like soldiers, but apparantly by what she was holding, it was perfectly acceptable to dress up like a demonic figure.
So instead of saying something that I might regret, I told the first mom that I would take the costume. (Even though I already had one in my pile).
That exchange really bothered me! But after I thought about it some more, I had a second idea of what she meant. I am hoping that this is what she meant. Being a mom of boys, it isn’t ever far from my mind that one day, my babies, the babies that God entrusted me with, will sign those draft cards and be called into War. Or that one day, one of my precious little baby boys will choose to make it a career. Although I would be one proud mama, the thought of my sweet baby boys, old enough to defend our country. makes my heart ache and tears form in my eyes!
So dear Marine, Airman, Soldier, Seaman thank you for being the ultimate superhero in my book.
And although I think my Lil’ C looks perfect in his Soldier Costume now:
If that day will come and Carter follows that path, I believe he will always look like this in my eyes:
Happy Veterans Day to all who have served, is serving and will serve! Thank you all for being superheros!