Gifts

 


Being the only girl in a house full of boys has its perks. For example, none of them want to go watch a girly movie. If I need a few minutes to myself I announce that who ever is in the room has to help me scrub or clean up. The front door slams so fast you would think I shouted, “bomb”! The brothers love me in their own special ways. Big brother, always being the type of kid to wear his heart on his sleeve, will tell me he loves us or sit with us on the couch.  Little brother is not so much the gentle kind. If he randomly decided that today he’s going to willingly give up a hug it will include a slight head butt or neck breaking pressure.

With it being summer and the boys hanging with me most of the time I have been graciously bestowed the honor of gift recipient. Their gifts are in totally different categories. Big brother picked me flowers. Little brother, wanting to outdo his Brother’s gift, gave me a surprise. While in the shower an hour later, he opened the door to it and threw in a frog. I didn’t hear the front door open so he must have been saving this special present in his room. Ewww! It doesn’t matter if we are in the house or out in the yard, I am always the lucky one. Big brother caught a ladybug and showed it to me, and then let it fly away. Little brother, seeing this scenario, comes up to me with a daddy long legs spider. He says, “wook mumma, he fly!” before throwing it in my hair. If I had to admit I hate something I will hands down say spiders! 

When it comes to public outings Big Brother holds the door open for me. Little brother takes the easy route and presses the handicap button and keeps on walking. He shows me he loves me with the push of a button. If we go to the store and I buy each boy a pack of gum I can count on Big Brother to give me a piece without hesitation. Little Brother would rather give me the slobbered on piece in his mouth that he’s already had the opportunity to chew, than give me one of his still wrapped treats.

Last night was kind of quiet. The boys managed to play nice while my husband and I lugged our water pails out to the garden. When we were done I came inside and sat on the couch. The boys sat with me, one on each side. All of a sudden Big Brother shouts, “mom you have a mosquito on you.” Before I can react Little Brother’s hand smacks me right in the forehead. Little brother then sees the bug squished on his hand and wipes it on my shirt and says, “for you mumma.” Thanks son!

 

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