My Boys

It's hard to imagine our kids growing up to be adults. Some of it is because it makes us that much older. But its not so bad getting older. I see things much differently with each passing year.
Remembering those sweet little boys with their high pitched voices. Saying over and over again...Mommy, mommy, mommy. Mom he won't share, mom he won't play with me, Mom he hit me. I really miss all those moms. When they covered the entire living room, and everything in it, including themselves with baby powder. The puffs of powder that flew from their cloths and hair as they ran to their room. Because all I could do was to point in that direction. At the time it was horrible, now I miss it.

Then school starts. Grade school was good, except Michael. He found a way to get into trouble from birth. Middle school was the start of the test for me. Hormones kicked in, and I kind of lost touch with who my boys were. Could I survive it? Many days I wondered, who these kids were. Because, I didn't raise mine to behave like that. They knew better. What was going on? High School, forget it. It was truely a test.

In the long run I think we all passed the test. But it was a tough one to get through.
It's still not over, they will always be my boys and I will always worry about them.

They have all grown up to be excellent human beings. I couldn't be more proud of how they have learned to handle lifes obstacles and come through it a stronger, better person. I love them with all that I am.