I’m not sure how I managed to raise such sweet sons. You would never guess how tender-hearted they are if you saw them barreling people down on the football field or beating each other up on the living room sofa, but when the dust settles and the mud is all wiped up, I am left with a handful of boys with hearts the size of Texas!
You might think I’m exaggerating, but I’m just not sure I know many boys like mine. Tonight Blondie brought over a friend. This sweet young lady is six months pregnant and having a tough time in her relationship. After hearing bits and pieces of the story, my 10-year-old called me into the other room, where he told me I needed to tell J that her boyfriend doesn’t deserve her!
I was impressed by his words, but what’s that old saying? Actions speak louder! Well, his actions made his views on being nice to girls quite clear. We were at Wal-mart when he decided to buy this girl half a gallon of ice cream. And not just any ice cream, the good stuff! Reese’s peanut butter ice cream!! Then he got her a bag of donuts. He was shy to give them to her, but he mustered up the courage and took the bag straight to her, after telling me “mom, you can’t just let her cry like that! You have to do something.”
I explained to my little man that we can’t always fix these things, but he had a solution in mind. “Mom, do you have M’s number?” I told him “no, why do you wanna call him and tell him he’s a turd? To which Tucker said “Nope, I wanna call and tell him I’m gonna punch him in the face!”
Well, I said he was tender-hearted, I didn’t say he was mild-mannered! He’s still a Prestridge boy, after all!