What are little boys made of?
Slugs and snails
And puppy-dogs' tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
I was reminded again of the truths in this old nursery rhyme yesterday as my boys played in the dirt with their daddy for almost 5 hours yesterday afternoon. They worked in the garden with shovels, rakes, and wheel-barrows. They demanded drink breaks amidst their labors and complained of back aches and sore arms. When I looked out the window I saw them trailing behind their daddy in a line of male adventure that finally culminated in a crackling bon fire as the sun went down.
While I scrubbed--yes scrubbed, the dirt from the boys hands and nails before supper last night, Griffin looked up and said, "Mommy, this was probably my best day ever."
There is something so rewarding and necessary about my boys spending a day in the shadow of their daddy, walking to and fro across the yard and getting really, really dirty in the process. I love the fact that they could barely keep their eyes open because they were so exhausted from working all day. I love spending time with my boys, but yesterday was a great reminder that sometimes it's important to let them bond with Daddy, which often involves lots of muddy, dirty work. I love my guys and am thankful for them!