I don’t often revel in the realization that I am the mother of five sons. That my household is a bustling dome of male energy. I have pondered a little more lately-
a little more
my youngest brother married. How different is a son’s marriage from a daughter’s…? I wonder. I ponder. Five sons.
I have listened- askance at tales of the teenage male appetite. Making notes and getting ready.
I haven’t pondered-nearly enough- how to raise them up to godly manhood. Strong saplings, steady pillars, straight arrows.
Sometimes… the noise!!!! I have no other words. Mothers of sons- you nod. You know.
I am beginning the reflections on boyhood and so
with that- I will share a funny tale or two…
(to be continued)