We have three slightly feral little boys that we are raising here at Grouse Grove. The oldest is 4, the middle is 2, and the youngest is 7 months. Saying they keep us busy is an understatement. They are all boy in the best ways. My living room is decorated with Tonka trucks, dinosaurs, and so.many.crumbs. They wrestle, jump off furniture, play in the mud, and love to *help* Dad with the animals.
While they are all boy, they are also the sweetest little people. Often, in the thick of training, discipline, and just everyday things they catch me off guard with their little hearts. The two olders have decided that dandelions are “mama’s flowers” and they will stop everything to pick them for me. Or when they are praying at bedtime and thank Jesus for daddy and mommy. They are the sweetest. My other absolute favorite is hearing the pitter-patter of little feet come down the hall in the middle of the night and sleepy little faces climb into bed. The boys know where their safe place is and I wouldn’t trade it for the world!
Being a stay at home mama, I thought I’d have more routine than we do. Right now life revolves around the baby R.G.. He is only 7 months old and in that short time has gone through a lot (another blog post sometime). So everything revolves around his naps, feeds, and needs. The two olders do pretty well with it. Our days are filled with unstructured play for them and a bit more tv than I’d like. It’s just a season I keep reminding myself.
I do try to get some sort of Christian education in each day. Some days it’s verse memory, some days it’s a Bible story, and sometimes it’s a Christian tv show. I really love Bibleman and Superbook!
Today our oldest, J.T. was “reading” his Bible. He opened up to the crucifixion.
J.T.: “God died. The bad guys got him. But he come back. Covered in rocks, but he come back to life.” So…at least some of the Easter account is sticking at a 4 year old’s level.
Our middle, J.E.: “God created the heavens and the earth!” As he ran around the living room jumping on pillows.
Obviously, we had recently been teaching them about Jesus’ death and resurrection. When we watched the Superbook episode about it J.E. watched and said, “they hurt my Jesus!” Ooh this mama’s heart. Yes, sweet boy, they did. I’m so thankful that is not where it ends!
My dandelion boys are growing up too fast. I keep trying to take it all in. Even on the overstimulated, stressful, pull-the-covers-over-my-head-and-cry days. These are the boys God has entrusted to us to raise and nurture, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.