19 months in to this whole “boy mom” thing and I think I’m starting to understand why women with sons boast about being a #boymom every chance they can get. It’s like diving into a foreign world you haven’t understood for 30 years of your life… only to get a TINY glimpse of how incredibly awesome it is to think about ABSOLUTELY NOTHING while digging in the dirt with a tiny plastic truck, no cares in the world, no to-do’s on your mind, no complicated thoughts or unnecessary emotions… just trucks, dirt, breeze in your hair and contentment.
But only for a second.
Because – let’s be honest, a woman can only take so much dirt under her nails before she goes completely insane, then has to start picking her nails, which makes her realize how badly she needs a manicure, then before long, she’s thinking about what she needs to get at the grocery store and stressing about how much laundry has to be done.
I’m thankful for the 2 hours today I just let it all go. I sat with my black pants, in the dirt (probably sprinkled with a little bit of cat urine here and there), and got out every truck Hudson owns, then, we just dug in the dirt. We didn’t “build” anything and there was no specific task… just digging. Lots of dirt. Moving it around, grabbing it with our bare hands and throwing it into the wind.
One of my favorite verses of all time is this short, overlooked verse in the Christmas story. The scene of when Jesus Christ, Mary’s firstborn son is finally here. It’s chaotic, visitors are coming from all over, animals are surrounding the scene, Mary is healing from birthing a baby (in a manger none-the-less), and Jesus is fresh out of the womb… so most likely crying, nursing, or trying to sleep. And tucked away in the chaos it says:
“But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart.” – Luke 2:19
For all my fellow boy moms, treasure up these moments!