my boys went out at the farm for the annual boy camp weekend this past summer. i really don't want to know what goes on really. i am a girl. i am not allowed. i couldn't handle it anyway. i can't talk mean like them. when the eldest was younger his best friend lived down the street. i overheard them talking to each other one day. shocked, i was. i asked my son later if what they were saying to each other hurt his feelings....he looked at me with a blank stare.
before i had kids i had strong ideas about kids. i thought boys and girls were equal. in my semi-feminist mind this had to be so. after having 3 boys and 2 girls i've found out my ideas were completely wrong. while both sex has their strong points and neither one should be looked down on or treated poorly, they ARE different! granted, personality has some to do with it. one of my boys is way more sensitive than the other. however, when it comes down to the basics, smack talk is the love language of boys. they relish in seeing how far they can go. they call each other really bad names. they rip on each other. they compete. they would not dream of saying "wow, you're really amazing" or "wow, i really appreciate how you are my friend" or "why don't you go first". i'm not saying they aren't nice. they are. it's just different. their slams are compliments. hidden. but somehow they understand them.
as a mom, i had to come to grips with this way of talking. i have a tendency to want to nurture, praise, and compliment my kids in a positive way. imagine that. of course, i am the mom. i'm not allowed to smack talk. that would just be downright wierd. but there is a tendency to stand up for my kid when a friend is calling them a mean name. i have to just keep my mouth shut. really shut. because i would get the eye roll. and i hate the eye roll. just let it slide. right off my back.
one day i was working at the farm with my husband and one of his friends. a grown man. two grown men and i felt like i was hanging with two smack talking boys. really? i had to laugh. i decided to join in. WOW! so freeing, so nice to say every mean thing that came to mind. no restraint. these two grown men looked at me like i was insane. crazy. out of my head.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
starting out the end of the year
i was really trying to wait till january to start writing again. well. not really trying to wait. it just happens that life happens and as soon as i sit down to blog. well. life happens.
i've been in a funk over blogs. i get jealous of pioneer woman. how does she have time to do all THAT? really! i have 5 kids. i cook beautiful meals. i homeschool those 5 children. i take pictures. sometimes. the only thing i don't do is wrangle cattle. so, why don't i have time to write? maybe i'm not organized. maybe i'm not disciplined. maybe i'd rather stalk people on facebook. what is my problem?? this is what i've been wrestling with over the past 8 months.
so, i thought i'd give it another go around. mainly so sarah doesn't delete me from her list of college friends.
i made the MOST BEAUTIFUL THING that has ever come out of the oven (in the words of my 13 yr. old). of course, my camera was in the car (and it's really cold outside), aidan's camera was out of batteries and no one wanted to grab their phone. it was a spinach quiche. the crazy thing is that it was beautiful AND it tasted really, really great. oooo....i even made pie crust. which i have to say, i can make a great pie crust. i used to make this quiche for dinner...but it resembles breakfast too much and my dearest husband can't stand breakfast for dinner. mainly because you can't really have a beer with breakfast food.
it is the season for packing on pounds. it's cold. i just want to eat really fattening food like butter. lots of butter. why is it when cold weather comes i want to just eat casseroles, bread, and gooey desserts? like blogging, however, exercise elludes me. i think about it in the dark recess of my mind but somehow the reality of it is a fantasy. so, when you see me again you may not recognize me for all of the chins.
i really love this teen driving thing. i think it's my answer for being able to blog again. i've had TWO days of being at home. that, my friends, is a record. for the past 4 years, my life has been spent in my car driving from practice to practice and co-op to co-op we have squeezed bookwork in between. was i scared to let my eldest get out there on the road? no way. well, maybe a little. but the freedom of not having to be out there overrides any of the fear!
i've been in a funk over blogs. i get jealous of pioneer woman. how does she have time to do all THAT? really! i have 5 kids. i cook beautiful meals. i homeschool those 5 children. i take pictures. sometimes. the only thing i don't do is wrangle cattle. so, why don't i have time to write? maybe i'm not organized. maybe i'm not disciplined. maybe i'd rather stalk people on facebook. what is my problem?? this is what i've been wrestling with over the past 8 months.
so, i thought i'd give it another go around. mainly so sarah doesn't delete me from her list of college friends.
i made the MOST BEAUTIFUL THING that has ever come out of the oven (in the words of my 13 yr. old). of course, my camera was in the car (and it's really cold outside), aidan's camera was out of batteries and no one wanted to grab their phone. it was a spinach quiche. the crazy thing is that it was beautiful AND it tasted really, really great. oooo....i even made pie crust. which i have to say, i can make a great pie crust. i used to make this quiche for dinner...but it resembles breakfast too much and my dearest husband can't stand breakfast for dinner. mainly because you can't really have a beer with breakfast food.
it is the season for packing on pounds. it's cold. i just want to eat really fattening food like butter. lots of butter. why is it when cold weather comes i want to just eat casseroles, bread, and gooey desserts? like blogging, however, exercise elludes me. i think about it in the dark recess of my mind but somehow the reality of it is a fantasy. so, when you see me again you may not recognize me for all of the chins.
i really love this teen driving thing. i think it's my answer for being able to blog again. i've had TWO days of being at home. that, my friends, is a record. for the past 4 years, my life has been spent in my car driving from practice to practice and co-op to co-op we have squeezed bookwork in between. was i scared to let my eldest get out there on the road? no way. well, maybe a little. but the freedom of not having to be out there overrides any of the fear!
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