What really is on my mind is girlfriends. The girlfriends of our sons, that is. We had a full table tonight. Our five plus two more. I listened to teenagers giggle and carry on as they set the table. Giggle and carry on as they debated between soda and tea. Giggle and carry on about, well... anything. Apparently everything is giggle worthy when you are young and with your sweetheart.
The giggling stopped, though, when two young girls mentioned wanting to look at photo albums of the boys when they were young. As we were clearing the table, the oldest son took a moment to discreetly say Please, Mom. No baby pictures. Not tonight. Not yet.
Now I don't know too many moms who don't squeal with delight when somebody actually wants to dust off the albums and look at pictures from days gone by. One of my favorite things is doing just that. So many pictures come to mind. Pictures of two little boys playing Superman and Batman. Pictures of two little boys fresh off the dirt pile. Pictures of little boys doing little boy stuff. I love those pictures.
And I had two girls that actually wanted to see them.
And two boys that desperately did not want that to happen.
What's a mom to do?
Put them on this blog, of course.
You'll just have to forgive me, boys.
You're just so darn cute.
At least I waited till the girls went home.
2 comments:
I can't even talk about my son's childhood because it makes him crazy. And he's past 40. Where did I go wrong?
Hilarious! You were merciful though. I don't see any bathtub, potty, or diaper pictures. They should be thankful. =D
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