There’s been a voice developing in my head over the past year. This voice takes shards of my day and polishes and smoothes until it’s something I don’t mind putting in my window....souvenirs of my motherhood adventure. A toddler meltdown over a popsicle that in the moment makes me want to bang my head against the refrigerator door turns into a funny story that reminds me how far we’ve come from middle of the night feedings. And when I really tune into the voice, I often find insight into God and His love for me. This blog is the recording studio for that voice. My hope is that the souvenirs of my day serve as entertainment and encouragement to those of you who are banging your head against a refrigerator door. And that you’re inspired to find a voice of your own that turns these trying moments into treasured souvenirs.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

The dilemma faced by mothers of boys.


Have you ever arrived home from the grocery store to find your children naked in the front yard playing?  And has your husband, when asked if he was aware of the situation, responded with, “How did they get into the front yard?”  Oh my…if only today was the first time this has happened.  Nudity, peeing in public, and combination superhero/emergency rescue personnel costumes are just part of being the mom of boys
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I used to find myself exasperated and embarrassed by the nudity and peeing.  Before long the exasperation fell away, and only recently did the embarrassment fade.  The opportunity to hear a child psychologist who specializes in boys speak helped me realize that no matter what I say or do, I’ll continue to find myself smack-dab in the middle of these types of situations.  I’ve always embraced the fact that boys are different, but I’ve never bought into the idea that these differences merit the breaking of social norms.  Learning that boys’ brains are physically different than girls’ brains empowered me to let go of the judgment and embarrassment that accompanied this stance.  The frontal lobe of a boy’s brain is less active and slower to grow than that of a girl’s.  The frontal lobe is where thought processing happens.  So quite literally, boys act BEFORE thinking.  Any mother of boys wouldn’t be surprised by this statement, but the knowledge that there is a physical reason may come as a surprise. 


So keep that chin up, prepare to laugh at the adventures of the day, and join me on the library’s wait list for the book by this psychologist who made me realize my boys are not freaks of nature.  I’m anxious to read “Wild Things” by David Thomas.  And in the meantime, I’ve subscribed to his blog, www.raisingboysandgirls.com.  There’s nothing more dangerous than an informed mother…I may need to get a superhero/emergency rescue worker costume of my own:-)

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