Stretching

Today is going to be a day of stretching. No not like limbering up before a marathon (as if I would ever do such a ridiculous thing as that). Stretching inside. Stretching my personality, stretching my behavior, stretching my comfort zone.

You see my husband and I are taking 4 little 7 year olds to a fun park. That in itself is amazing because we don't often "go" anywhere. Adding to that I really don't like kids very much. (Now now don't start we can have another post about how terrible that is.)

The thing is the 4 wee ones we are travelling with today are BOYS. Don't get me wrong, I love my son(s) very very much. I have a very good relationship with both of them, and I show them I love them in many ways. It's just that I am not a good "boys mom". It's weird and foreign to me, and goes completely against my own personality. I don't love super heroes. I don't wrestle on the floor. I don't want to play football with them in the yard. I can not play video games to save my life, and I am not thrilled with finding frog parts, rocks, gum, sticks, BBs, or screws in my washing machine after they were forgotten in someone's pocket. I wish I were a more outgoing, tumble in the grass, hey let's go sledding, tag your It kind of mom. It's just so not my nature. Usually I just accept that (even though I feel terribly guilty) and tell them "Ask your Dad to sword fight and karate chop you". But today I am determined to step out of my shell and BE the kind of Mom I long to be.

I am going to ride the go-carts.
I am going to play Laz-R-Tag
I am going to try and not frown with disapproval when they fart and laugh.

Ugh. I'm scared already. So my prayer today is for God to give me the grace and courage to be the kind of mom I so often long to be. One that is laughing, playing and showing their little men how important they are. And letting them be boys, and doing it with them.