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| One of my favourites of me with my boys |
You know how there are certain things that let you know you're a mother of boys? I'm pretty sure I've mentioned on here the fact that I can successfully throw a foam football through a basketball hoop. That's one of them. But today as our family ate pizza in the living room while watching the Cowboys play, I had one of those moments. Those "I'm a mom of boys" moments. May I clarify that when I say that we were all watching football that does include the baby. And the dog. Admittedly, in my mind I was reading Madeleine L'Engle while the collective family of male eyes watched a bunch of grunting men run around and hit each other, but physically I was watching football too. And it was then that I realized that 15 years from now when we're sitting in the living room eating pizza and watching football together, I will actually understand what's happening on the screen because I will have fifteen years of football watching with the boys under my belt. I'm so proud of future me.
Incidently, I never realized that I would still hear one son say to the other "Stop pulling my hair!" as a mom of boys. I thought that was a mom of girls thing. I was so wrong. What can I say, my youngest and still mostly bald son has hair envy. Can you blame him?
