Pillow Talk

I love my children. If you're friends with me on facebook you may doubt that, seeing as most of my posts are just keepin it real on how life with boys really is.  It's loud. And dirty. And violent. Someone is always hitting his brother and crying that he pulled his hair in retaliation. It's rather exhausting. And frankly, I get annoyed by the people who always post things about their perfect children. No kid is perfect, and my children's imperfections make for good stories. 

I am so not always patient. Some nights I check out when Tobi gets home and I lose it when they don't behave the way I think they should. But I try to find the humor in every hiccup of our days because I know there are mamas of crazy little boys out there, aching to know that they aren't alone. Like I said, I try to keep it real.

Sometimes though, I have moments of weakness and I spend an evening soaking in every giggle. I notice how sweet the smoosh of a chubby baby cheek feels when you kiss it. So I kiss him three  more times. I immediately get up when a rowdy little boy bounds into the living room in the middle of the farewell season of Parenthood and says "I want you to put me to bed instead of daddy". 

And then two hours later when I peer into his bedroom to stare at his sleeping face, he grins at me with ninja turtles in his hands. Instead of ripping his toys away and yelling for him to go to sleep, I climb into the bed with him and tell him stories of when the headboard of his big boy bed was the crib he slept in as a baby. I tell him how I am so glad I get to be his mama, and how he is my best friend in the whole world. "And Ezra?" He asks. 

"And Ezra." 

I ask  if he will love me forever and ever, even when he's big enough to drive a car. 

"Yep. Hey look, this is my armpit."

This is my life. Beautiful moments, covered in spit, pee, fart noises and armpits. 

And I wouldn't change it for all the girly girls in the world. 

In the future I hope he learns that when a woman pours her heart out to you, you don't barely respond and then show her your armpit.