And so it begins.
Friends – behold, the interesting creature known as The Nine-Year-Old Boy. He runs everywhere. He plays computer games obsessively. This Boy, he who will only be nine once (“Thanks be to God!” says his mother), engages occasionally in behavior we won’t speak write of again. Ahem. The Legendary Peeing on the Grill Incident, for example.
Then there are the days when The Nine-Year-Old Boy gets is right.
Today my version of this boy-man child made his father breakfast in bed, then proceeded to build this quite lovely and extremely functional foot/bike bridge. It’s the Age of the Hammer. Building, creating, pounding wood with nails. No wood scrap is safe from The Boy looking to create a bike ramp. Or tree fort. Whatever captures his imagination.
You did good today, kid.
Tomorrow? You never know with the creature known as the Nine-Year-Old Boy. As the mother of said Nine-Year-Old Boy critter, I’m gonna just go with it, no matter what he choses to create: a mess or a work of art, because that’s what you do when you’re the mother of a mostly domesticated/always entertaining Nine-Year-Old Boy.
Pray for me!
And be jealous.
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Amen sister! I’ve got an 8 yo b and you are oh so right. Some days perfection and others – who the heck are you? Must be from Dad’s side of the gene pool I say! rofl…
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I wonder if Joseph and Mary went through “The Age of the Hammer” stage; when their son was eight years old. I suspect they did as you are doing. They too probably just went with it, “no matter what he chose to create: a mess or a work of art,” because that’s what loving parents do.
I’ve wondered about those years, Chere. It’s hard for me to imagine Jesus – our Creator, Master and Lord – as a boy, even a nine-year-old. But he sure was! We can only imagine as mothers!
What a fine young man. Long may he hammer!
Oh my — your son has more skill with a hammer than I do.
He’s 9.
I’m 37.
Apparently, I skipped the age of the hammer.
Jennifer,
It’s a lot of monkey see, monkey do. Guess what his Dad did the other day?
Swung a hammer.
and where the heck is my Commentluv?? hmmm.
Two of my boys are severe ASD; the other one is into writing more than building, although I think he could use more balance
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I’ve moved my blog; link included.
Ah, yes. These boys come in all different personalities and giftedness. Each a treasure in his own unique way.
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