dog days of summer

And so it begins. Summer. Where boredom meets creativity, causing mommas of boys everywhere to take a collective gasp. I look over from my chair, and there's my eldest, sitting on a ladder, calling the play by play of a scooter race. From the part that clearly states, "do not sit here."

BUT...... If I go over there and get on to him for sitting there, I have yet again stifled his creativity and that game will be over. So at this moment I am choosing to risk a backwards fall from 4 ft in favor of him building relationships with his siblings. In favor of his freedom to entertain himself. In favor of me not being the dancing monkey all summer. In favor of not getting on to him for something I told him to do 2 minutes ago, which was to "find something to do."

Now..... With that said, if the ladder were six or seven feet, my decision would change in favor of not having to find a babysitter while I take said eldest to the emergency room.

So. The struggle is here, mommas, and the struggle is real. But let us talk to Jesus in it. He will lead us in these decisions.

And in case you were wondering..... He didn't fall off the ladder, but also no one won the race, because bc both racers crashed and burned on turn 5 on the last lap. No ER visits, just bandaids and cold water. And the play by play guy sure did look like he was having fun waving the flag.