When I first began blogging this was my place to journal my thoughts on raising boys and to keep in contact with my family on the other side of the US. I would like to sit here to tell you I have this parenting thing all figured out. My boys at the ages of 11, 13, & 15 have given me a lot of experience, but after a night like last night I realize how much I rely on God’s grace and mercy to raise these boys.
I wanted to scream last night, “We are not THAT family!”
What family would that be you ask? Oh the family with horror stories of raising boys.
Yesterday was my youngest son’s 11th birthday. He got a big party for his 10th, so this year we were going low key. He had his best friend over, we were getting ready to sit down for dinner when suddenly hormonal eruption happened between my two older boys. One boy did something the other did not like, so then he turned around and pushed, well the the pushing turned in to throwing punches and it all resulted in a door being broken. This all happened in the span of two minutes or less. Manly man jumped in the middle and held both of them down until they calmed down.
I was in the kitchen praying “Lord have mercy on us, I don’t want to be THAT family.” We all sat down for dinner and ate mostly in silence, trying not to traumatize my son’s friend any further. Fortunately he knows us pretty well, so none of this shocked him. We then sang Happy Birthday, which the two older brothers did not sing so manly man made them sing the Happy Birthday song again and by themselves.
So why do I journal these thoughts? So I Can Look Back Later and Say I Survived, because after nights like last night I am not so sure I will.
Why can’t it always be like it was in the picture above (taken only a few days ago).
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