It was lazy Thursday morning (we have Thursday weekends in Muscat) the type of the day when getting out of the day requires and extra effort and even when you try to put your feet down on the floor your impulse is to slip under the cover and bury yourself in the blanket.
Reluctantly I left my bed and went straight to my son’s room, just to find that he was not in his bed!!!!
To my surprise, on a Thursday morning my son was up and rearranging his stuff and cleaning his room (A bit of difficult thing to handle!!!!!.As this was done without my prompting.
My surprise had now turned into a curiosity. My mother instinct at his best told me this can’t be mere cleaning, there has to be something more to it. On being questioned, ”Why are cleaning your room? “
Without raising the head, from whatever he was doing. “Mummy, you always say clean up, keep things on place. I AM DOING THAT, it was an obvious reply I was expecting.
Anyways which left me with nothing to do or say but leave him with his act as it was time to switch to the role of cook and the laundress ,( its weekend, and house helps are also entitled for their break ) .
I finished the normal chores of the day, and when I went to remove the clothes form the washing machine, there was a thing I could see a along with the clothes, (it was round and did resemble like my external speaker which I attach sometimes to my iPod, gosh!!!! did I put that with my clothes…gush), on a closer, after moving the clothes I realize it’s my son’s Bey blade..(Spinning tops with character names played by boys with a slogan ... let it rip!!!!!). Now, the morning session of all the cleaning and rearranging falls in place for me.
When I called him to return it, there was a spark in his eyes, a delight which he could, best express was with a hug and questions, Where did you find it mom? I was searching this only since morning? I thought I lost it? You are the best mom ….Thanks!!! Thanks !!!… and he was out of the laundry area. Next I could hear was. 1…..2….3……Let it rip…….…!!!
A long ago I had a friend had told me that “ moms of boys are different “ I did not really get it at that time , but flash forward to the present time , I really get it , I do .
I always grew up playing, dolls, making them dress up, pretending to be mommy, cradling our dolls. My family is all a girl family, I have nieces NO NEPHEWS,( both on maternal / in laws side ) . I always knew about girls clothes, laces, ribbons, I knew which color suits them, I knew about Barbie’s; I knew that they would keep their things neatly at the right place, etc. The idea of being a mother never bothered me, as I always thought I have done that with my nieces, (though the relation is different but I know how to be a mom!!)
The problem was when I became a MOM... it was a boy!!
But it clicked!! Yellow dumper trucks, race cars, mud cakes, replaced the Barbie dolls and tea parties
He taught me how to rough house, we wrestle and get tough sometimes. I know about all the superhero’s, their background and I dare not mess it up (Batman does not have super power, but Super man does).
Who says boys don’t care what they look? (Myth of yester years I guess) the other day my son changed 5 outfits before he settled on one.
How to forget, they love to wear ugly masks, superhero costumes, ugly teeth and carry around swords with a never heard background score at its peak.
Everything and anything can become a weapon (fork and spoon, wooden stick, book, plastic).
Whenever hurt , band-aid can fix almost anything , just that they won’t stay for long, you will probably find the used one thrown somewhere or you might just step on to it if you are bare feet ( gross !!! but true ).
He has taught me how to play in the dirt and run around aimlessly in football. We have bumps, bruises and skinned knees.
I have learnt one thing, your life becomes a contest , who can run faster, who can play Mario , who can brush the teeth faster, and the moment you think you are about to win , you will hear that the rules have changed and they might just surprise you by saying “ it’s not a contest !!!.
He is a little boy right now as he gets older, my free thinking rebel and hard headed carefree spirited boy will be different.
He is going to be a man one day, all on his own. And while it scares me to think that one day he will fall in love, break hearts, and raise a family of his own. It also brings pride that we are the one’s teaching him how to do it.
My dreams of laces, ribbons, and dolls have been replaced by legos, beyblades, cars, bugs and dirt. But that’s ok there is a mother son bond which is completely indescribable and unbelievable.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not dissing girls or girl moms. I always wanted a girl, or may be still would love to have one. I would have been over the moon happy regardless, I guarantee that I would be singing the praises of being a girl mom ……I think the bond between a mother and daughter is something incredible and special.
I have realized one thing, it suits me fine, if I have to spend my rest of the life cleaning up muddy shoes, cluttered room or plan a beyblade parties …...
At this moment my house may not be full of frilly and girl’s things but it’s full of laughter and love.
Anyways I just got thinking about all this because of a UWO (Unidentified washed object found in my washing machine).
WHAT ALL YOU MOTHER'S HAVE FOUND IN YOUR WASHING MACHINE ???