I don’t get to pick up the boys from school on a regular basis anymore because of my new work schedule, but when I do, there’s usually only one subject on their minds: farting! Or burping! Really, gas coming from one of them or gas being the subject of their conversation and they’re both happy little guys.
They’re boys. They’re consistent. At least the little dudes are funny.
A couple of weeks ago, I got off work early and was able to pick my munchkins up from school and they did something really weird. They got in the car and didn’t once mention farting or burping. Instead Twin &^%$ was just about beside himself. A couple of the popular girls had set their eyes on him. The other boys in his class (including his brother) had kicked him out of the boys’ club but he didn’t care. (The “boys’ club” would be simply the group of boys in the class, not a real affiliation. They aren’t that organized yet.) I do think that either one of those girls who set their eyes on my boy would chew him up and spit him out without a second thought, but as young as they are, I’m not going to have to go into psycho-mommy mode yet. I don’t think they really understand what a man-eater is yet, but, oh buddy, they’re going to be hell on wheels when they’re older. Twin &^%$ wasn’t quite sure what to make of the events of the day, but he was just flabbergasted. He had never been the object of such desire from anyone before, much less two of the most popular girls from school. He fumbled over his words and told me that both girls wanted to be his girlfriend but he wasn’t sure which one he liked and either he would have to chose one of them or one of them would have to make her decision about him.
The other boy, Twin !@#*, told me that he was still in the boys’ club, that he didn’t care for the girls chasing after his brother. Twin !@#* has his own girlfriend, thankyouverymuch, and she was much nicer than the vixens chasing his brother. “Momma,” he said to me, “when I look at my girlfriend, she is so beautiful, all I see is an angel.”
Excuse me? I’m driving here, you little demon child! You can’t say something that sweet, that uncharacteristic, that freaking AWESOME while I’m driving!
I still can’t believe I didn’t wreck. I was speechless, but still capable of driving.
His father has never said anything quite like that to me. But then, Twin !@#* didn’t say it to his girlfriend. He said it to me. I don’t know what Ed has said about me to his mother, but we have a very good relationship, so I’m sure whatever he has said to her in the past was good.
Obviously, there’s a twin from this story who would like to remain anonymous, so they must both remain that way. The other one doesn’t care.
I sat on this story for a couple of weeks trying to figure out how I felt about it. Obviously, my job as the Momma is to make sure my babies are able to find their way in this world. I need to make them feel safe and secure enough at home and in my love for them that they can go out and explore that big world out there and hopefully, make a difference. I also want them, when the time is appropriate, to find a significant other and have a happy and healthy relationship with that person. (Obviously, I don’t really care about the gender of that other person. I just don’t.) What I want from that relationship, which I hope will be their last relationship, is for the other person to make my baby feel as wanted, as desired as the two popular girls did to Twin &^%$. I also want my baby to feel like Twin !@#* does about his girlfriend now. I want them to make someone’s heart sing and their eyes light up. I want that someone to make my boys’ hearts’ happy.