Love My Hard Working Men

My kids are some of the hardest workers out there.

They see dirt and they know how to move it. They know how to transport it. They know how to dig it.

They don’t worry about getting their hands dirty. Or about the job being too tough. They just do it.

They know how to concentrate on the job. They stay focused and don’t get distracted.

They know about safety. And about hard hats. And about helmets are good substitutes. Even if they are much (much much) too small.

And they know how to work together. Most of the time.

Love my hard working men.

Holes

I knew that the holes would be inevitable.

Ever since my first, second, and third pregnancy ultrasound’s revealed ALL BOY, I imagined holes in the knees of pants and big old patches sewn on top.

And what? with the crawling, pushing, breaking, driving, hauling, building and all the other “knee-walking” activities that go on in a little boys world, it’s not a wonder that even those good old Levi’s can’t keep up. Is it?

What I didn’t expect, was that it’d happen to my jeans too.

But… considering all the crawling, pushing, breaking, driving, hauling, building, and all the other “knee-walking” activities that I perform while keeping up with my brood of boys… it’s not a wonder that mama’s jeans can’t keep up with it either.

However, regardless of my sore knees, and the holes in my pants, I wouldn't trade all the crawling, pushing, breaking, driving, hauling, building and all the other "knee-walking" activities for a hundred pairs of new jeans.