Showing posts with label ode to little boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ode to little boys. Show all posts

April 13, 2012

Little Boys Smell Like Grass and Worms

I'd always wanted a little boy. I just prefer them. I know a lot of women say they don't know how to relate to a little boy; how they're loud, dirty, full of energy and never sit still. That's exactly why I love them though!

I think little boys are more likely to break bones or hurt themselves in general, but little girls get into trouble doing more devious things. I think they also whine more. Nevertheless, I think I knew what I was getting into before I had my boy and it's everything I expected to be.

I love how he goes out to the park and digs in the dirt. I love how he walks home, preciously holding on to a special rock or stick he found to give to me. I love how he has the mysterious ability to get grass and dirt in his socks, down his pants and in his ears.

I love how he gets so excited when he sees a truck or a school bus. I love how he runs around with boundless energy but stops periodically to give me a drive-by hug. I love how after all his running around and independence, we still cuddle up and I rock him to sleep for his nap. I kiss his sleepy head and I smell him. He smells like outdoors. He smells like adventure. He smells like grass and worms and it's the best scent in the world. I love it and it's everything I ever wanted.