tonight my boys got to arguing with each other."that's my seat"
"that's my plate"
"that's my cup"
ya know, the important things.
i'd had it
"if you want to fight, go to your room and fight"
so
as my boys stomped up the stairs i heard the one say to the other
"that means i get to go upstairs and beat you up"
so now they took their verbal fight upstairs and made it physical.
great!
they don't really hurt each other-yet.
just some pushing and shoving and wrestling-a little bit of hitting, but no punching yet-thank goodness.
one day i said goodbye and sent them out to the bus stop. everything was pleasant-that morning. i got busy with some things and then glanced out the window to find
my boys
in the road-the side of the road
one, on top of the other
fighting!
oh my goodness-who are these boys!
i don't encourage fighting
i don't "allow" fighting
but
2 boys
close in age
sharing
friends,
space
and
things-
i guess it happens.
sometimes it makes me think of my mother in law
she raised 4 boys
4 rough and tumble boys
i can picture her glancing out the window to find them rolling around on the ground beating each other up.
did she?
i don't know.
but it makes me feel better to think she did.
to imagine how she may have handled it.
plus, then i get to write it off as the dad's blood pumping through them -even though i know that thing 1 is mostly all me-but don't tell the dad-it's more fun to blame him.
my boys are friends now,
but one day
they will really be friends
they'll appreciate each other
they'll be roommates
they'll go on double dates
they'll get together with their families
their kids will be friends
their wives will be best friends
one day!
