It seems that I’ve passed on my obsession with trees to my firstborn son. He couldn’t stand the thought of burning our Christmas tree, so he claimed it for a backyard treasure. Then, he went to the neighbors trash heap and rescued their Christmas tree too! He dragged that tree across the neighbor’s field, across the corn field, across Grammy and Pappy’s yard, and right home to our front door.
I was so proud of him! No, not for stealing a dead tree, for his sheer strength and determination. Six-foot evergreens are heavy, and he dragged that thing far! So I let him keep it. After he went back and asked permission of the neighbors.
(Good thing we’re good buddies with these neighbors.)
I love that I can manipulate my boys by bragging on their muscles. I don’t know if that’s a bad thing, exactly… (I hope their wives one day are smart enough to do a little ego stroking…) I just know that if I say,”Wow, Cory, I can’t believe you just carried that huge log! Check out those muscles!” then before I know it my woodpile is stacked, the fire is burning bright, all dead branches and bags of trash are carted off to the burn pile, baby bouncy seats are carried upstairs, and any other job requiring muscle is DONE.
We filled our wood pits up today, and both Cory and Cameron stuck with us until the job was done. Plus, they were begging and fighting each other for logs to carry! That’s another thing about boys — all that testosterone that creates competitions. Sometimes it works to your advantage, and sometimes it drives you crazy!
Then there are the boy toys.
Cameron fell in love with a backhoe last week. His pappy is buying a new tractor for the “farm,” so Dee and his dad took the boys along tractor shopping. Both Cory and Cameron got to choose a piece of heavy equipment to sit on, and Dee even started it up for them. (What was he thinking?!) So now, Cameron considers this backhoe to be HIS. He told me today, “When I get big enough to drive my backhoe home, I can use it to do wood.” My Cameron has a low, drawly voice, and it’s just adorable. (Of course, I don’t say “adorable” to his face, since he’s a boy, but he is stinkin’ ADORABLE when he speaks!)
In just a few years, I’m sure, we’ll have all the dirt bikes and four-wheelers my boys dream of. Maybe even the monster trucks and sports cars too, if they find a good job and start working hard. Like, now.
It’s not all muscle though. Just the other day, I was asking Cory about the monster truck he wants to buy, and he said, “Maybe I won’t buy a monster truck after all, since they cost so much money.”
My boys, they’ve got the muscles and the brains! And heaps of hugs for their mother. What’s not to be proud of?