Nothing prepared me for mothering boys. No parenting book I read. No grandmotherly advice passed on to me. No exclusive gems of wisdom gleaned from marrying a man with four (4) brothers and no (0) sisters.
I knew nothing of these smiles...
The ones that come right before they turn their back on you and go adventuring.
Who could describe the jump in a mother's heart when she sees the climbing, the jumping and the thumping that comes in the male package?
I didn't know he'd be so sweet, so apt to get dirty, so eager to blithely take Life by the tail and stuff it in his mouth.
No words for the determination and strength in a son.