And as much as I love my kids, I struggle a little more (right now) with my boys than my girls...simply because I don't get them. I don't get boys. I don't get men either, so I really shouldn't be surprised.
But boys just do things that seem INSANE to me.
Why did you jump off that?
Why did you throw that?
Why did you destroy that?
Why did you color your sister blue?
But I found this little quote that just SEEMED so right...so here's to little boys.
Boys are found everywhere-on top of, underneath of, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around, or jumping to.So, while I may not always understand my little boys, I do love them. And there is nothing better than a little boy who loves his mom.
Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older brothers and sisters tolerate them, adults ignore them,and Heaven protects them.
A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair, and the Hope of the future, with a frog in its pocket.
by Alan Marshall Beck