I don’t understand a lot of things about boys.
Really, what girl does?
I was raised in a house with mostly girls…three of us sisters, one brother.
My husband, on the other hand, had four brothers, no sisters.
So when we were expecting our first child,
I prayed for a girl.
God, please, just give me one girl.
And we had a girl….Alyson.
And then another…Claire.
And then the third time around, there he was.
Another girl came along later…Hope.
So Sam is clearly outnumbered our family.
But he holds his own.
There isn’t a sport he doesn’t like.
Or a video game he won’t play.
Or a gross body sound or odor that he doesn’t think is funny.
You get the point.
But as we have approached adolescence (Sam’s 12 now),
I’ve been wondering.
Just a little.
Will I be able to parent a boy at this age?
Or will it just be too much testosterone for me to handle?
I do believe I may be ill-equipped for what lies ahead.
So I was a little surprised yesterday when he said,
“Mom, we should go for a walk soon.”
I said, “Sure!”
Thinking…I’ve got lots of stuff going on right now…maybe later….
But Sam had other ideas.
“What about tomorrow?”
“Umm…7? As in the morning?”
Well, how could I turn that down?
I didn’t really have any other plans at 7 am.
Except the ones involving a pillow.
And a blanket.
His younger sister quickly asked to get in on the action.
She doesn’t really like to get up early, but doesn’t want to miss out on the fun, either.
But as I agreed she could come,
Sam’s excitement quickly turned to disappointment.
“Mom, I was hoping we could do this….just you and me.”
I think my heart melted right then.
But I had already agreed Hope could come.
This morning was a different story.
When I tried to rouse her out of a heavy slumber, there was no waking up.
So it was me and Sam.
On the path by the river.
With a little bit of running thrown in for good measure.
We talked and laughed
and breathed kind of hard.
And I thought to myself,
This is going to be just fine.