Raising Boys

“Moms are as relentless as the tides. They don’t just drive us to practice, they drive us to greatness.”

~ by Columnist Steve Rushin

On Monday, September 22 I will be a guest expert on ‘You and Me Monday’ with Julie DeAzvedo Hanks.  Julie is th Monday host on the Home Team and her show on the 22nd is “Parenting In The Trenches”.  She has invited me to talk with her on a topic that is dear to my heart: Raising Boys.  If you know my boys, you know that I am far from being an expert on raising them.  But I do have a great relationship with all three of mine, and sharing life with them is one of the greatest blessings I can imagine.  In putting my thoughts together for the show, I came across this priceless poem.  If you have boys, or know someone who does, pass it on.

Raising Boys 
by Roberta I. Teague

I scrub the wall of fingerprints, 
Pick up the mounds of clothes. 
I sweep the dirt that shoes track in- 
Wish I could use a hose! 
Meals are served from dawn to dark, 
Dirty dishes crowd the sink. 
Just when they’re washed and put away- 
Everyone wants a drink!
The washer pulls the dirty grime 
From pants worn thin and patched. 
They look so very neat and clean- 
Yuck, look what the pockets hatched! 
Broken bones and bloody knees, 
I should have been a nurse. 
I take it all in shaky stride- 
Just grateful it’s not worse! 
Screams and shouts and arguments
Test the keeping of my cool. 
They left the neighbor’s faucet on- 
See their new front yard pool! 
A soothing bath is ecstasy, 
A reward at the end of my rope. 
Raising boys isn’t really bad- 
But first I must wash the soap! 
A rose can say I Love You, 
Orchids can enthrall;
But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist, 
Oh my, that says it all!

 

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