The Wonderful Journey of Raising Sons
February 10, 2015 Adrienne Brown 0 Comments
Is there an ogre in the house?
Sometimes, as I was going about my charge of raising sons, I often found myself screaming these words out loud! Over and over again!
You see I am the mother of 4 sons, and have been at the job of raising them for a stretch of 25 years. ( I have one left) It has been a whirlwind of a challenge, to say the least.
Raising sons to become men always had its obstacles that I had to figure out how to maneuver. Each son presented his own, peculiar ways, that kept me guessing. My number 3 son, took me on one such journey yesterday.
The awaking of the son
I could hear him rustling around upstairs. First of all, he is walking around as if he weighed a ton. Heavy feet stomping across the floor, heavy-handedness snatching the bathroom cabinets open, shutting doors with a slam.
It sounds as if a big old ogre lives in my house, with the amount of noise he is making.
When he finally start to descend the stairs, it sounds as if a herd of elephants are right behind him, or somehow attached to his feet.
This unruly noise causes my nerves to bristle very quickly, but I fight to maintain the calmness of the morning.
”No weapon formed against me shall prosper” I say in my mind. (Lol)
In he walks. “Good morning” he mumbles. Good morning, I answer between my clenched teeth. “Son, why do you have to make so much noise in the morning?” “Mommie, I wasn’t making that much noise, I was just brushing my teeth”
“You may not think that you were making noise, but I am sitting down here, hearing it all” “Just try and be quieter, in the mornings” I requested.
“See, here you go. Why is it always me your after?” He says with an upset demeanor, that is more like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. “I can’t do anything, right”. He stumps back upstairs. I just set there shaking my head, thinking this boy is crazy. (chuckle)
The return of the son
Well, the morning progressed on, with him leaving for work and me going about my usual duties. I pondered whether this son of mine would later return with his split personality. Kinda reminds me of an old song from the 70’s with the same title. “Split personalities”
The lyrics are as follows “I got, five people inside of me, tryin’ to control my body,” something like that…..
The gift from my son
As I said, the challenge of raising sons, can sometimes, “Make me wanna holler” to quote another song. But, it is a challenge and a journey that I would not change for all the riches on earth.
If you want to know more about how we successfully raised our boys, Here is a link to my new book.