I’ve only been a mom to a boy for 3 1/2 years but I am very proud of all that I have learned! These are just a few of the things I may never have learned if I didn’t have this adventure of raising a boy . . .
I’ve learned the difference in how to growl like a lion versus growl like a bear.
In the car just the other day my son explained to me that gazelles can run faster than a cheetah because they run in a zigzag. Later he demonstrated to me how to run zigzag and has given me plenty of opportunities to practice.
I’ve learned the names of every, yes EVERY superhero and their special skill.
I can fight like a power ranger, sword fight like a ninja, and wrestle.
I have learned by my son’s example of the endless sound effects one must make while playing, and I have even found myself spontaneously making sound effects while playing!
I am learning (although I have not fully arrived!) to say “oh cool!” instead of scream when my son hands me a worm with a smile plastered on his face.
I’ve told and re-told the stories of David and Goliath and Daniel in the lion’s den and discussed over and over David’s use of a sling.
I can sing AND do the hockey-pockey while driving in the car (is there a law against that?) in an effort to contain the energy of a 3-year-old boy strapped into a car seat.
This is just the tip of the iceberg of what I have learned and of the many ways I have been stretched as a mother to a boy. And to think, I am only 3 years into this. How much more will I learn in the next 15 years? 20 years?