Boys Will Be Boys
February 5th, 2012
I can't help but wonder what is running through my kids
heads lately. It seems the older they get, the more "whatever happens
happens" attitude grows too.
Having four young boys is making me feel nervous the older and bigger they become. Teenage friends of my kids are beginning to tower over me and it's not sitting well on my end. I feel overpowered by height I guess.
While the three younger ones are still under my wing as I have no worries there yet, my oldest, the teenager, is now becoming his own man and taking on more responsibility in the house as he constantly reminds me, "It's all good".
It's all what? It's all good that when I come home and there are 13 boys at my house? It's all good that they are chowing on all the snacks getting ready to jump into the pool for a refreshing dip? It's all good to plan the rest of my evening to their enjoyment as they drop snack remnants around my pool?
I just stood there frozen and in shock.
Let's go back here for a moment. Yesterday I left the house leaving my two oldest in charge along with one buddy each. I usually never leave the kids home alone, let alone with a friend, but I was just going to be an hour and right around the corner. I guess they enjoyed that hour which actually turned into two, as quite the opportunity. Yeah, the opportunity for an air-soft gun war. Something I'm seriously not comfortable with. We don't even own one but the neighborhood kids seems to be pretty supplied.
After the air-soft war was over, all of these teens began to follow my kids into our house. That very minute my kids should have spoken up on my rules of not having any guest over while I was away. But this age is also all about being cool and not turning anyone away.
When I got home and saw this big crowd, I am proud to say I handled it in a firm, yet gentle manner. (Though I really wanted to blow my stack and scream down my kids throats!) But I took a deep breath and went on to explain how no one is allowed at my house when I am not present. At that very moment, four young neighborhood girls showed up saying, "Hi Miss Annette!"
(Sigh)
Now I am up to 19 kids at the house in an instant. I tell myself, take a deep breath as I stand there starving and needing to get dinner ready. The phone starts ringing, the youngest two start fighting, and by then, I was ready to walk out the door and never come back!
But I handled it. I turned to the girls welcoming them as I went into the kitchen to start dinner. By then, one parent showed up to get one of their kids as I shooed the majority of them home so I can feed my kids. I let them know they could return later for a campfire which had already been planned.
I think 20 minutes went by after we finished dinner and another airgun war was on! The girls and I took in a movie as all the boys played their game outside by the fire. It was calm and cool and the kids had fun.
The night ended peacefully as everyone was in bed at a reasonable hour. But from here on out, I am seriously in need of a teenage wake up call. I am surely not used to all these big kids hanging around and yet surrounded with so many little ones too. I have my hands full for sure, but in time, I hope we can all learn to handle it in a manner that is not only responsible, but fun too!
Having four young boys is making me feel nervous the older and bigger they become. Teenage friends of my kids are beginning to tower over me and it's not sitting well on my end. I feel overpowered by height I guess.
While the three younger ones are still under my wing as I have no worries there yet, my oldest, the teenager, is now becoming his own man and taking on more responsibility in the house as he constantly reminds me, "It's all good".
It's all what? It's all good that when I come home and there are 13 boys at my house? It's all good that they are chowing on all the snacks getting ready to jump into the pool for a refreshing dip? It's all good to plan the rest of my evening to their enjoyment as they drop snack remnants around my pool?
I just stood there frozen and in shock.
Let's go back here for a moment. Yesterday I left the house leaving my two oldest in charge along with one buddy each. I usually never leave the kids home alone, let alone with a friend, but I was just going to be an hour and right around the corner. I guess they enjoyed that hour which actually turned into two, as quite the opportunity. Yeah, the opportunity for an air-soft gun war. Something I'm seriously not comfortable with. We don't even own one but the neighborhood kids seems to be pretty supplied.
After the air-soft war was over, all of these teens began to follow my kids into our house. That very minute my kids should have spoken up on my rules of not having any guest over while I was away. But this age is also all about being cool and not turning anyone away.
When I got home and saw this big crowd, I am proud to say I handled it in a firm, yet gentle manner. (Though I really wanted to blow my stack and scream down my kids throats!) But I took a deep breath and went on to explain how no one is allowed at my house when I am not present. At that very moment, four young neighborhood girls showed up saying, "Hi Miss Annette!"
(Sigh)
Now I am up to 19 kids at the house in an instant. I tell myself, take a deep breath as I stand there starving and needing to get dinner ready. The phone starts ringing, the youngest two start fighting, and by then, I was ready to walk out the door and never come back!
But I handled it. I turned to the girls welcoming them as I went into the kitchen to start dinner. By then, one parent showed up to get one of their kids as I shooed the majority of them home so I can feed my kids. I let them know they could return later for a campfire which had already been planned.
I think 20 minutes went by after we finished dinner and another airgun war was on! The girls and I took in a movie as all the boys played their game outside by the fire. It was calm and cool and the kids had fun.
The night ended peacefully as everyone was in bed at a reasonable hour. But from here on out, I am seriously in need of a teenage wake up call. I am surely not used to all these big kids hanging around and yet surrounded with so many little ones too. I have my hands full for sure, but in time, I hope we can all learn to handle it in a manner that is not only responsible, but fun too!
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