Monday, October 22, 2012

weekends are for adventure




exploring. it's a boy thing. i have no clue why the old tales of frogs in pockets and rock collections are greatly looked over. these are true occurrences in a boy's life. on a daily basis. i mean, seriously, the sticks we find by the pond are much better that the ones in our own lawn. and don't even get me started on the rocks. the rocks!!! i tell ya, the rocks that you find at the park far surpass any that could be around my flower beds. it's true the park has way cooler rocks... so in the pockets the they go, until they make their way out in the washing machine. yep, that big clunking noise does not mean that your washer is falling apart, it means you have boys! ask me how i know.... 

and who knows what they are storing in their backpacks. often times i am afraid to clean them out once we get home for fear that some furry or squirmy creature may make it's way into my hand. you know when you used to go to the nature center as a child and you stick your hand {blindly} into a box and have to guess what it is there while being totally creeped out by what you have just discovered? yeah, that is me when i clean out their packs. "i swear i was watching them, so how did that get in there?" i think to myself. i have no idea how they sneak these things by me! perhaps, it is a preparation for teen years? i swear my mom knew everything! i mean what happened to those moms who have eyes on the back of their heads? they do not exist cause surely i would be one of those moms! i'm not. oh, well... it's a good thing i like surprises cause every time i do clean out their packs i do find something that makes my heart swell with love. when i see the things that they thought were worthy of keeping i just can't help but hold onto it affectionately (for at least a day or 2... i mean c'mon i am somewhat normal). a leaf that is half rotted. a long piece of grass that is bent and limp. a rock that has nothing special to it, it is not shiny, sparkly, or flat. i find all these things are worth keeping because rowan and brinley saw something special in them. and sometimes what is special to one person doesn't make sense to another, but it doesn't make it any less beautiful. and to wonder what purpose they did have for keeping it just reminds me of how much their world is unique and beautiful and full of wonder, and i won't always understand it, but i am truly blessed to be part of it. i will always love my little goons and their nature hoarding ways, and i will always take the risk of digging out any surprises in their packs to just see what those little boys treasured that day.






3 comments:

faces said...

Aww love the run down the sidewalk in their boots with their prized finds!!

Jackie Bragale said...

I love your romantic view on your boys habits. It'd be so easy to be annoyed at the little things but instead you embrace them and treasure them. That's really awesome. It makes me want to collect some of the things my daughter keeps so I can show them to her when she's older.

ruffledsnob said...

Jackie, thank you so much for your kind words! You really should keep some of the things your daughter brings home as "treasure" I'm sure she would have a good laugh one day, but it would mean even more to you!!