What Am I, Four?!?!

Nothing can bring out the kid in me like my children.  Most of you read that and think oh that's sweet, but that's not the kind of kid I'm talking about.  Yes, I have many moments of running through the sprinklers, belching until my boys are in hysterics, and participating in wrestlemania, but I also have the moments of acting like a stubborn four year old.

My very own four year old and I go toe to toe quite often.  Perhaps it's because he's in this stage where he's wrestling with moving into boyhood while still needing his mommy, but I think the most obvious reason is that he is my mirror image.  Yes, he looks like a lot me physically, but it's his strong willed personality I'm referring to.  I like to blame it on his daddy, but I'm afraid he's 99% me.  Stubborn, emotional, independent and wild and crazy describes us both.  We'll have a day where he'll push all my buttons and drive me crazy, and then I'll notice myself pestering my husband and jumping out to spray him with a spray bottle of water, and I think, oh yes, this is why my son behaves the way he does.  It's all MY fault!!!!  Now he is a very good boy, but you know when you spend five days in a row with someone exactly like you without a break you tend to go a little crazy.

Just the other day I got into an argument with him.  Not a grown up argument, but a four year old argument.  The kind that could go on forever.  I said something he didn't agree with, and he says, "Nuh uh."  And I said, "Uh huh."  And then he goes, "Nuh uh," and I go, "Uh huh."  "Nuh uh."  "Uh huh."  "Nuh uh."  "Uh huh."  And after an entire minute of this I had to snap myself back to reality and wonder who's the adult here, because it surely isn't me! 

Now don't worry, these things don't happen very often.  Most of the time, my son and I get along great.  He loves his momma up to space and back, and his momma loves him more than she can count.  BUT, we do have our moments, and I have to remember that it's all my fault!!!

Never Let Go

Yesterday we were driving in the car, and a song that we all know from church came on.

"Oh no, you never let go, through the calm and through the storm.  Oh no, you never let go, every high and every low.  Oh no, you never let go, Lord, you never let go of me."


Jaxson was singing along on the "never let go" part.  When the song was over, the following conversation took place:

Jaxson:  "Hey, Mom, never let go!"
Me:  "Okay, buddy."
Jaxson:  "No, really.  Never let go, okay?"
Me:  "Let go of what?"  (This is going to be a proud moment for me, as my son tells me that God is always there for us.)
Jaxson:  "The monkey bars."
Me:  "Ummmmm, what?"
Jaxson:  "Never let go of the monkey bars."
Me:  "Well, that's true, bud, but I think the song is talking about how God is always with us.  He never lets go of us."
Jaxson:  "Nope.  It's the monkey bars.  Never let go of the monkey bars."
Me:  "Okay.  Thanks for the tip."