Had this thought the other day about raising boys. Mine seem to at times go out of their way to do and say things that drive me absolutely bonkers. They know, for instance that screaming Metallica lyrics at random quiet moments or chaotic moments like when we're all trying to get out of the house on time, are equally frazzling to my brain. Yet, just as often (and it's easy not to notice if I'm in bonkersville) they do things, like ask for a back rub before bed just like they have since they were toddlers, or find a way to make me something I have been talking about, that remind me they are still my little boys who somewhere under all the sass need every bit as much love and positive parenting as they ever did!
My husband said he thinks it's normal for moms and boys to go head to head with their tween/teen, maybe it is, but it feels like crap and then the snowball just gets bigger from there picking up steam as it goes. I live for those little moment when the snowball busts apart and there's just that shiny stone inside that started it all.
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My son is quite grown now, but you've made me remember those times of bonkersville, and also when that snowball breaks apart. Lovely reflection on kids (and families) growing up.
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