Boys

I'm so glad I have at least one boy. I grew up with three sisters - which was great - but I also wished I had a brother. A big brother to be exact. Someone to look out for me and give me advice. Someone stable who didn't have an emotional monthly cycle in sync with mine. Someone who didn't borrow my clothes or flirt with my boyfriends. Someone to give me a reason to do boy things. Someone to bring home more boys.

When I was a teenager, my best friends were often boys. Boys were fun. Boys were active. Boys could play practical jokes and not get their feelings hurt. Boys didn't worry about calories or clothes. Boys didn't gossip or manipulate. Boys could forgive and forget.

I'm sure I'll be in for a lot of surprises when I experience Teenage Boy as a mother for the first time, but right now I'm just enjoying every moment of Little League, Batman DS games, rip stick-ing in the street with Dad and hysterical laughter over his current favorite book: Diary of a Wimpy Kid. When Will gets laughing, I don't even have to know what he's laughing about and it gets me going too.

This picture almost looks staged, but I just found all his favorite things sitting there one day and I couldn't help but take a picture. I like to think someday this will bring back a lot of fun memories for him.