A mom’s gotta be pretty sharp… Posted on April 9, 2007 By pamela to stay ahead of boys. And even a semi conscious state of prayer blesses a mom and gives practical wisdom. I have to stop and thank the LORD often for His intercession on my behalf. I suppose I’d lose my mind, otherwise—that, or I’d sure lose a lot of ground each day. It was out on the counter… I know, probably beckoning the boys to go by and take a piece or two. And, you know, it wouldn’t have been so noticeable had a knife not been utilized in the removal of bit of the ham. I’d probably hardly take notice of a couple of bits of ham missing. But the knife… that was blatant. So I told the few gathered around me that there are just some lessons in life that need to be learned—not to just hear, but to hear and heed! So, I had to use some “boy examples” to get my point across—and mom’s have to talk quick, keep rapt attention and be relevant. Well… I remembered that after I gave a couple of girl examples—one being, the example of having six hard-boiled eggs in a pan and an egg plate that will hold 12 deviled eggs. If a boy comes in and eats just one of the boiled eggs, the egg dish will not be complete. So I told them that when things are on the counter, you can just look at them… no touching. Like—don’t touch the eggs or when there’s a ham on the counter and you see it is sitting next to the soup kettle on the stove, don’t touch it—it’s got a use. Well, I saw that I was met with sort of glazed eyes and I could sort of see there might be a response coming… “And so, would you have to boil more?” I nodded and squinted a bit and said, “yes, yes you would.” Okay… it was time to utilize man sort of logic… so I told them, it’s sort of like hood ornaments on big guys’ trucks. You just don’t touch em. They are not even to be used, in reality. They’re just to look at—it’s something everyone knows: you just don’t touch them. If you’re building a picket fence and you need one hundred pickets, if I just come by and take a couple for some woodstove kindling, that will totally wreck finished appearance of the fence you’re attempting to complete. If you go to someone’s home, do you just go in and start eating their foods? If you’re making a pan of brownies, and I just come a take away the egg (and you don’t have anymore) then you cannot make the brownies. “Oooo, that’d be so terrible.” Seeing that I was getting somewhere, I noticed a sparkle in the eyes of one of the boys. And then he gave me an example he’d heard. He told me that guys have to learn when they get married that there are two kinds of towels in the bathroom. Some you use and some you never use. You gotta get that straight: the ones you never use. I nodded. And I said, “Okay, then keep it straight: there’s some stuff you just don’t touch. Ever. And if you can, I’ll let you know.” That boy said, ” Or my wife will.” I said, “Right… but get it straight before that happens. And… leave the rest of the ham alone… it’s for the soup for dinner.” Elation in the kitchen… it’s hailing outside! More Slices of Life
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I recently had the realization that I have to give “boy examples” to get my point across—and mom’s have to talk quick, keep rapt attention and be relevant.”. It seems each time I speak to my soon to be almost 4 year old that by the third word his eyes glaze over and he just nods at me. I almost wanted to cry because it reminds me of when my hubby is playing video games and I am trying to tell him something that can’t wait. He will stop the game but the look in his eyes is one of not focusing on me. I know his mind is still working at the game. I don’t hold the men/boys at fault really, just frustration because I can’t speak fast enough to get the words to their brain before they forget them! And it does not help that when I am frustrated that I stutter too! 🙂 And I don’t mean this as a bash to my sweetheart. He does take time to listen to me but as I tell him, if I waited for him to get off the computer/video games/tv then I would never say two words to him! Keep sending the advice. I seriously don’t know how you did it with more than one boy. I only have one and I feel like I will never get anything to sink into his mind!