He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
- Isaiah 40:29-31

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

To the moon and back

My mother has a saying. She has said it to me many, many times. It isn't something that she made up herself. Actually, it's pretty common. It's "boys will be boys." She likes to remind me often as if I don't know first hand. Heck, she only had one. I have three. Sorry Mom, I win. But today was one of those days that the boys were boys and I just had to go with it.

It was one of those days where the weather was too hot to go outside. For three boys with enough energy to power a small town, those elements do not mix. Noah and Adam were determined to destroy the house. I swear that there isn't one single room I can go into without tripping on toys. They wanted to wrestle and then cry about who hit who in the head, leg, arm, you name it. Joshua chimed in every once in a while as well. I tried the time outs, punish to your room, wait till Dad comes home and nothing worked. It was just a "boys will be boys" day.

So tonight we had take out for dinner. I took only Joshua to get a milkshake since he actually listened today. It was supposed to prove a point and teach Noah and Adam a lesson. I'm not sure if it worked. After the milkshake, I left Jeff to do the bedtime routine while I went to soak in a bubble bath with a good book. I enjoyed my time and when I felt safe, I got out and tucked the boys in. I said their prayers with them the same way I do every night. And I told them the same saying I say to them every day at least once a day. "I love you to the moon..." And they respond at the same time as I do with "and back."

So even after one of those days, I am thankful for those sweet words. It reminds me of how blessed I truly am and it helps to ease the stress of the day. Someone once told me that there is a special place in heaven for a mother of three boys. Lord, I sure hope so.