At eleven and twelve years old our boys can swing to both sides of the emotional spectrum in a heart beat.
After spending Friday afternoon playing with their friend (Dylan) we had some chores for them to do on Saturday.
“Woe is me”, was the unified outcry. “You’re always taking our fun away from us,” cried both boys.
“It’s our job to prepare you for the real world”, Michael and I reply.
The chore was to pick up all the clippings from fruit tree pruning that we had left there over the week.
“It’s your mess shouldn’t you have to pick it up?” said a certain twelve year old.
“Well, if you want to look at it that way then I guess the fruit trees are mommy and daddy’s and we will eat all the fruit,” I said with a smile.
Grudgingly, they went off to do their chore.
We told them to use the riding lawn mower and put the clippings in the grass catcher. They would be able to get it done pretty quickly that way.
Not too long into it here is what I see,
Nicholas the chariot driver.
Joshua surfing the waves of Big Sur.
If you look closely at the back of the lawn mower, you can see some water shoots from the fruit tree pruning. Eventually they got it all done.
For all you mom’s of prepubescent boys I’m sure you know that the swing from happy to upset happens MANY time each day.
Life. More than just fruit trees are being pruned around here.
Take care,
Karen
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