17:02:14 Dirty knees, Happy boy
During the school holidays a friend rang offering to collect Gareth and his bike so he could have a "Man Day" When I got home from work it was to find a grubby, bruised but very happy boy telling me all about the fun he had, the falls off the bike, the grazed knee and how fast they had been going over the bush tracks.
After a good scrub in the shower Dad was home and the stories started again. More detail came out about the fun. In particular about a difficult jump on the track that one friend wanted to try but another chose not to do. How that led to a talk from the boys father about how good it was to follow your gut instinct and not be pressured into doing something just because everyone else is doing it. A lesson I am sure I have tried to teach Gareth at many stages over the years but one that when heard from a friends father had more impact.
Today I am stopping to reflect on how lucky I am to have our little bit of testosterone in our home and also how grateful I am that he has other good male role models in his life.
I always told my boys the dirtier they were at the end of the day the better the day was!! I'm the opposite of you, having the girl after the three boys. A whole other world!!! Oh my goodness!!!! LOL!! Your son is absolutely adorable and has grown so much since I started reading your blog. You're so blessed. As for the bbq . . . we have close to three feet of snow on the ground here in New York. I can hardly see my poor bbq in the back yard anymore!!! Oh, how I miss it!!!!!! : ) XOXO
~ Wendy