We have had some trouble with Lamb 1 recently. Everyone I've talked to with older boys has told me if he just turned 10 then this is nothing compared to what will happen in a few years. I won't spend too long on my blog about this, but I will mention that in the last few weeks he lost a new sweatshirt and his bike helmet at the neighbor girl's back yard. Both times it was an extreme crisis until he found it the next time he went over there. Ram was not surprised by this at all, he replied that he probably would have done the same thing when he was Lamb 1's age. (Unless it was a book-he never would have forgotten a book!) This is so difficult for me after growing up with no brothers.
He found the sweatshirt tonight and I tried to give the Lambs as long as possible to play with their friends. That was my mistake-I should have called them in earlier than I did to change their clothes for church. I had a lot of complaints about needing to hurry to change clothes and why they needed to change clothes instead of wearing shorts and t-shirts and even why we needed to go to church tonight.
We made it to church and took our seats at exactly 7pm. The congregation began singing the first hymn. We were smaller in numbers tonight than we are on Sunday mornings. But Lamb 1 sang loudly for the first hymn. It made me smile after the rush to get to church. Moments like this help me keep at this parenting of boys. Because this is really what matters.