Monday, September 04, 2006
Frat House
I live in a house with my husband, two boys, and a male cat. The friends of my boys who frequent my house most often are male. By my own sense of fair play, you would think God had prepared me for this role by having me grow up around a male dominated family. That is not so!
I had no male cousins my age and no brothers. My world was full of strong women and not a lot of male interaction. My dad and my granddads were around, but not really a part of our social structure.
And yet, I find myself living in a frat house. Go figure.
Mostly I love it. My personality and parenting style most definitely fits boys. Although there are those occasional moments that I am completely at a loss. Football pants bring those moments.
When my youngest son decided to first play football, I went and purchased him a pair of football pants. They were not what he wanted. We returned to the store and tried again. These did not work either. I ventured to the store, and tried again - only with the same results. I was not prepared for such a complex problem. How could this be such an issue???
In one of my not so finest moments, I went to my husband's office. I encountered him and an unfortunate bystander in the hallway. Tossing the pants to him I briefly explained my problem ending with a statement that went something like, "I understand leotards. I understand tights. I do not understand football pants. You take care of it!"
Well, my husband came through with his usual flying colors - rescuing his damsel in distress. And I have proven capable of the task of buying football pants in subsequent years.
You know, not every girl is lucky enough to live in a frat house!!!
simple faith
I live in a house with my husband, two boys, and a male cat. The friends of my boys who frequent my house most often are male. By my own sense of fair play, you would think God had prepared me for this role by having me grow up around a male dominated family. That is not so!
I had no male cousins my age and no brothers. My world was full of strong women and not a lot of male interaction. My dad and my granddads were around, but not really a part of our social structure.
And yet, I find myself living in a frat house. Go figure.
Mostly I love it. My personality and parenting style most definitely fits boys. Although there are those occasional moments that I am completely at a loss. Football pants bring those moments.
When my youngest son decided to first play football, I went and purchased him a pair of football pants. They were not what he wanted. We returned to the store and tried again. These did not work either. I ventured to the store, and tried again - only with the same results. I was not prepared for such a complex problem. How could this be such an issue???
In one of my not so finest moments, I went to my husband's office. I encountered him and an unfortunate bystander in the hallway. Tossing the pants to him I briefly explained my problem ending with a statement that went something like, "I understand leotards. I understand tights. I do not understand football pants. You take care of it!"
Well, my husband came through with his usual flying colors - rescuing his damsel in distress. And I have proven capable of the task of buying football pants in subsequent years.
You know, not every girl is lucky enough to live in a frat house!!!
simple faith
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