Category: The Boys’ Room
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Ruling and Drooling?
He came to me, voice quavering, this boy who wears his heart on his sleeve. He was hurting because of words. Words spoken by friends. He shuddered and sighed, “Mom, they say that girls rule and boys drool. That’s not true, Mom. That’s not true.” Oh, my boy. I hid my smile, remembering the days…
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Of Tooth Fairies, Joy and Ritz Crackers
He lost another tooth this week, and our dragon loving Bear was nicknamed, Toothless. One of his favorite movies is How to Train Your Dragon, so it was a fitting title for so noble a Bear. He grinned at me and talked of the Tooth Fairy and his anticipated dollar. I shook my head, trying…
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And Just Like That…
…my Ash is ten. So this morning I told Ash that part of the manhood ritual of turning 10 was a name change and we were changing his name to Ishbosheth. We will call him Ish instead of Ash from now on. He wasn’t buying it. He ducked his head, hair falling over his eyes,…
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Brothers…Friends
Tomorrow we are having Bear’s birthday party. He’s having a joint party with a friend who is 11 days younger than him, and it has been one of the primary topics of discussion for the week. Even now, as the boys head up to their room to get ready for bed they are scheming. I…
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Sticky Notes
The sticky notes are all different colors–royal blue, goldenrod, bright orange–but they all say the same thing. I love you, Mom, so so so so so so much. They appear on my pillow, my mirror, my computer, and sometimes he just walks right up to me and sticks one on my shirt. My Bear. His…
A Spring of Joy 