My Amazing Sons

If you hate looking at some one's brag book- you might want to skip the blog today. I'll understand and hope that you come back tomorrow. I have three sons who are amazing. They are 21, 12, and 3. Yes, 3. No, I didn't space them out like that on purpose, it just happened to work out that way. My three boys are the light of my life. My oldest is going to college and working part time. My middle son is a wonderful student and an all around good boy. He is having some problems, but after meeting someone else , who is truly experiencing a family crisis, I see that my son is just 12. No one enjoyed it, did they? It's a hard age when you aren't a child, but you aren't a young adult, and everything is so difficult. My youngest son is one tough monkey. He doesn't realize that he is small for his age and thinks nothing of tearing into his brother, even if he does weigh more than one hundred pounds more than he does. It's just how he is. I can see myself having to go to many many school conferences in the future. I was very upset when my youngest wasn't a girl. I had been told that he was a girl in the ultrasound, and in the second one, they retracted that. I cried for the whole day. Hormones, anyone? I have told that story to stupid men, and they look aghast that anyone would cry because of the sex of their child. The only thing I can say is, hormones are wicked things, and I wouldn't want to cross them on a dark alley. But anyway, my sons are the light of my life, and I just wanted to tell all three of them how much I love them with all my heart. If this inspires you to hug your boys, you can thank me later.