Case in Point:
My boys have approximately 4.2 million Hot Wheels (no they are NOT Matchbox cars as Owen will clearly point out with obvious disdain for such an inferior product). They play with these cars not quite every day, but several times a week. Remember Pokemon? Well, it's Bakugan and Beyblades that are the American fascination with Japanese culture now. Trust me, I'm a mom to boys. We have oodles of Tinker toys as well. While you could probably construct cars or Ferris wheels or a tower from these Tinker toys, my boys only construct swords and "fighting rocket ships." We have a few beaded necklaces around the house that have broken and are now whipped around at a frantic pace as slings. We also have a backyard full of rocks that have been thrown in some sort of duel to the death from time to time.
My point being, my boys are a bit obsessed with the idea of fighting in the abstract as well as fighting in real life with each other. So, you would think that when I tell you that Eli had to have three stitches two weeks ago, you would probably guess it was a result of all of the "weapons" lying around our house. That seems to be the logical conclusion, but the truth of it is that he simply fell when he was walking up the stairs.
Case in Point:
Boys tease each other. Boys tease girls. Boys don't really know how to communicate unless they are teasing you. They think it's great fun and they don't understand why you wouldn't want to be teased about every little thing that you like or don't like. Boys especially enjoy teasing if they are older brothers. From what I hear, my husband was a HUGE tease in his family. He is the oldest brother in his family and he definitely makes sure our kids know how to take a joke. In fact, our kids are always trying to make up jokes. Some of them are hilarious and others don't make any sense, but they are always trying to find something to joke or tease about.
Boys love their moms. You hear that expression said in such a derogatory way, "He's such a Mama's boy," referencing some man who apparently isn't manly enough. However, being a mom to these little boys of mine, I have repeatedly whispered that phrase to each of them as babies, "You are Mama's boy." Eli still wants to marry me and asks me at least once a week, "Mom, can I be married to you?" I assure him he's going to find a great woman of his own to marry some day. Then she too can wear a "marry" ring like I have. These boys of mine, they love me dearly. When they want comfort and love they come to me and let me hold them. As I try to lift Owen in various circumstances I can't believe that this strong built boy used to easily fit in my arms. My how the time flies.
Last year a friend was talking about what a blessing daughters are to a mother. I didn't quite understand her exact meaning until she explained further, "Well, daughters take care of their parents when they are older. Sons go off and have to care for families of their own." I have thought about that a lot. It's true, these boys I'm raising, I'm instilling with the idea that they need to learn to be hard workers, so that they can take care of their own families some day.