Before I was a mother, it never occurred to me that I could have three sons that were so different. Truth be told, it never occurred to me that I could have three sons. But that’s not the point.
My guys. Each is pretty terrific, but boy, oh, boy, are they different from each other.
Sure, there are similarities. And yes, they have lots and lots and lots of traits that we call “Goldman” or “Scherer.” It’s funny to see my father’s mannerisms in my boys. Or my father-in-law’s. Because I promised them I wouldn’t embarrass them TOO much, I won’t go into too much detail here, but suffice it to say that the apples do not fall that far from the trees.
So here I am. With three big boys.
For those of you with little kids, let me tell you a few things that may frighten or surprise you.
- I hear the voices of men and then realize it’s my kids. Freaky.
- They still sometimes need me in the middle of the night. Case in point – huge nose bleed at 2am yesterday.
- It’s harder to kiss and hug a 6 foot, 150 pound kid than a preschooler. Sometimes, I end up kissing a neck or something and it’s weird.
- Huge kids still need to cuddle when their sick. They just make you a lot hotter and squishier.
- Even big kids thrive on a schedule and clear expectations.
- They eat a lot at this size. A lot.
- Dinner is never boring.
- They read and learn things that they can share with us. It’s fascinating and wonderful.
- When you lecture them, there’s a window of attention. Exceed it and you get the glaze. You know the glaze, right?
- With three, there’s always an odd man out. In our case, it shifts.. so it’s always a surprise.
I was with some young kids the other day and I got the twinge. You know the one. The I wish. The I remember. The wasn’t it special?
But I wouldn’t go back.
So this summer? Overnight camp for two in the mountains. Leadership camp for one in Wisconsin. Driving lessons for another. College visits and essays and portfolios to review.
Keeps me on my toes.
I may have said this recently, but it’s worth repeating.
I love my life.