Some days I alternate between the two every hour or so.
They might be obedient and well behaved for a day (or an hour); helping each other, giving one another hugs, and most importantly, being calm and cooperative so I don't have to referee every five minutes and can actually get something done.
Or they might be punching each other, body slamming each other, stabbing one another with plastic swords, tearing toys from the hands of the other brother and most importantly being so cantankerous that I get nothing done because I have to spend the day refereeing and / or apologizing to unsuspecting bystanders at grocery stores or department stores for the tantrums of my sons.
But for as much as they sometimes make me want to pull my hair out of my head, I wouldn't trade it for any other position in the world. And even as I fantasize about organizing fundraisers and bake sales to pay for a nanny, I realize I would miss those crazy boys if I didn't have them attached to my hip everywhere I go.
Are all children this capricious?
Whether they are or they aren't, I will keep my barnacles as long as possible.
My friend Kellan wrote on her blog today about her little boy growing independent of her and I know that will happen with my boys sooner or later. When it does, I will shed many tears and eat many pounds of chocolate. But for now, I'll just relish the hundreds of times I hear them call, "mommy!" at the top of their little lungs.
|From Adventures of the Grigg Boys|