By: Samantha S Daviss
In honor of all the Moms out there and your recently
celebrated special day of recognition, I want to share a day in the life of a
mom of three boys!
For those that know us and know our history well, there is
never a dull moment in the Daviss household. From broken bones, to split heads,
to fights, to lots of fun and laughter, to tons of imaginative play and lots
and lots of mud!
Upon our move into our new house one of my big treats was
getting new washer and dryer…you know the really big ones, for all of my tons
of laundry. But I still sit in amazement that my other washer and dryer,
although tired and wearing down, lasted me for sixteen years. And I still sit
in amazement that through all the loads of dirty clothes, dirty shoes, and
dirty towels always covered in mud that my machine actually lasted that long.
Because every time I turn around, the boys are outside, playing in the dirt,
building something, creating something, or making a mud hole from the water
hose.
There have been countless “long arm carries” by ol’ mom,
trying to get a filthy heathen from the backdoor to the shower without mud
glops dropping on the floor. And not to mention all the holes in socks. I have
thrown countless pairs of socks away, because apparently shoes aren’t allowed
outside, but socks are.
As they say sometimes actions speak louder than words,
but sometimes their words are just down right hilarious.
My favorite thing recently that has come out of my
littlest one’s mouth has been a political concern. Now mind you, my husband and
I aren’t extremely political. Every now and again we may discuss something, but
for the most part we don’t talk politics too much, especially in front of the
boys; but apparently his Daddy has said it enough that it resonated in his
head.
We were driving down the street one day, and I was
stopped at a stop sign, and all of the sudden my four-year-old asked me, “Mommy,
why doesn’t Daddy like Obama?” I think my water, that I was drinking, came out
of every orifice. I couldn’t stop laughing. I hadn’t laughed that hard in
forever. And then he took it personal that I was making fun of him. So once I
calmed him down, I asked him what made him ask that? “I don’t know; Daddy just
always says he doesn’t like Obama.” And to that little face I had nothing to
say, except to smile and tell him how funny he was.
Then the middle one asked me not too long ago, as we were
passing a corner where two sidewalks met, “Mom, what are all those bumps on the
ground for”? I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, and then I looked over
and realized he was referencing the bumps at the bottom of the sidewalk that
leads off the corner into the crosswalk area. “You know what buddy I’m not sure,
but I think it’s in case its rainy or slippery and those bumps keep you from
sliding.” “Yea I guess so mom, but I think they are for blind people and their
dogs (pronounced Doe-oug, by my 6-year-old). That way they can feel the bumps
under their feet and know when to stop at the light.” And seriously how can I
argue with that? I don’t think I could, it makes perfect sense to me. So to
that answer, southern accent and all, I had to concur.
But not only am I caught off guard daily by their questions
and ideas, their actions absolutely blow my mind. They are so funny and
innocent that I can’t help but laugh.
The middle one figured out that if he takes our horse, it’s
stuffed with wheels on the feet, to the top of our driveway that has a slight incline;
he can hit the curve pretty fast and raise the horse onto two wheels. It is the
funniest thing to watch this kid going Mach three down our driveway on a 3-foot
tall horse with wheels for feet.
And the little one is always trying to fit into tight
small spaces. Most recently, I came around the corner at the house from doing
yard work, and he was sitting all alone in the tiny trailer to his John Deere
tractor. “Hey Mom, I’m just sitting here waiting for Daddy to pull me”, when he
knew Daddy wouldn’t be home for almost a week.
And then there is the oldest that loves to jump off the
roof of the boathouse into the lake, or come home covered in bruises from
paintball with his buddies.
I know I will survive raising three boys, but it’s the
laughter, the constant surprise, and chaos that truly keeps me going every day.
I never know what the day has in store for me, with these three in tow.
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