I grew up in a family that was primarily women. Ok Ok it was women..lol..with a two boys thrown in for kicks. I have five sisters and one older brother and of course a dad (don't we all have one of those somewhere?)anyway my point is this: I never really had to deal with "boy stuff". I was surrounded by girls of every flavor from my sister Sam who was a "tomboy", to my sister Serena who was everything traditional and "girly", to my younger sister Aurora who was "wild" and "free spirited" like a tornado, even Lafon is the "artsy angsty" type and baby Sarah is defintly the "hard outer shell with a center of soft jelly" don't ask what type I am because i'm still trying to figure that out..lol. My brother was always this sort of out of reach and alien being. At times I felt sorry for him surrounded by all these girls and at other times I envied him his "special boy" priviledges. Then I had two boys and my whole entire concept of the world was flipped like a flapjack at Waffle House.
I went from being interested in shoes and fashion to being interested in cars, trucks, and robots. I constantly feel like i'm running to catch up to my oldest boy. He's like a wondefully crafted puzzle box to me. You know the kind in the curio shops..beautiful to look at it but you know you'll never figure out how to open it. It seems like I was groomed and raised to handle girls and then out of left field God throws me a curve ball. Everytime I think i've got it.."ok his favorite color is red and he loves space stuff" he flips the scrip and i'm scrambling to find what page he's on. Last night was one of those page turning nights.
I quite driving with the radio on shortly after Gavin was born mainly because even when he was a baby I would drive and talk to him in his infant seat. I had this idea that it had to be better than radio and more developmentally beneficial than hearing "hotel, motel, Holiday Inn". Last night was no exception to the no radio habit when from the back seat I hear Gavin telling Magnus a story. I have long been fascinated with Gavin's imagination it really is something to behold and this particular story was no different.
It went like this: Once upon a time there was a princess locked away in a tower and she had lots of dark wavy hair and the witch was keeping her locked away so that the super hero Gavin would have to come and rescue her. In the another tower was a baby prince named Magnus and was surrounded by big scary goblins and he was just a baby so he needed super hero Gavin to come rescue him. (note to parents: when you hear these stories, unless they are directly addressed to you, be very quiet and make no noise or you will break the magic of the moment)So I listened very quitely and made no noise because I wanted to hear how this story was going to end. Maggers was very quiet and watching his brother he too wanted to hear how this story was going to end and Gavin sensing with a natural born story tellers senses could tell he held his audience captive. He continued on...One day while the witch was away doing witchy things in the forest Super Hero Gavin crept up to the tower and told the princess to send down the red race car so she could be saved, but the witch showed up and she had a green race car and she chased the super hero away from the tower. So Gavin went to rescue baby Magnus but he had to make a stop first at the good witch mammas house to eat some super hero food first. Gavin told that story all the way to the end with some rather humorous twists and turns and at the end you find out that the princess is his half sister Andrea and the witch was one of his teachers at school that he doesn't care for. I was impressed and a bit proud of him.
Later that night at bedtime I asked him what books he wanted to read for story time and he told me "momma I want you to make up a story your stories are better", so I told him a story about super heros.
If I was a Super Hero I would eat all my veggies and fruits so I could be strong and defeat all the bad guys.
If I was a Super Hero I would have super sonic hearing so I could listen to what my teachers said in class and get the best grades.
I went on making up stuff as I went and at the end he was asleep and I thought to myself: If I was Super Hero I would travel back in time and relive moments like these.
You are making me teary eyed for wishing that my oldest who never stops talking would stop. We love singing in the car though..the music rarely stops the jaber:) Thanks for the reminder, as they get bigger and outnumber you it is easy to forget.
ReplyDeleteThat is the sweetest story. I, too, thought I was "made" for girls. But as soon as Maddox was born, I decided that I wouldn't want it any other way. Boys are just such a mystery, and that makes it so much more fun to figure out! Hopefully Gavin retains his wonderful storytelling ability! That could really come in handy later in life!
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