We slept in a barn and did boy stuff

boy stuffThis time last week, we did boy stuff.  I’m not even sure what that means.  I don’t have to.  My boys had it covered.

As we were driving to our family reunion at camp no-fi, my kids were really struggling to understand what we were doing.

I can’t blame them. Since I couldn’t explain the whole intricacies of relocation, job hunting, and complex family structures, my kids were missing the entire backstory.

No matter how carefully I said it, they refused to understand that people were flying and driving to a meet at a place that none of us lived in, and that we would be staying in a rented cabin that felt like a house, but that none of us owned.

In desperation, I went for the overly simple.

We’re sleeping in a barn. In the country. That’s all I know.

Somehow, that worked for them. They could grasp that. Even better, it was something they liked.

(don’t you love it when your kids keep asking you the same question because they didn’t like the answer the first time? Grrrr)

Watty: A barn! Cool. Boys stay in barns.
GoGo: We’re gonna do boy stuff.
Watty: We’re gonna sleep in a boy place and do boy stuff all day.

And we did.

do boy stuffThey did boy stuff.

They caught frogs by the creek. They threw rocks. They rolled in mud, by accident. They wore the same underwear more than one day in a row, probably on purpose. They stunk like wet dogs and would sit on the porch and pant from exhaustion before running off to play again.

They had pillow fights. They told outrageous lies to each other. They turned burping into a competitive art form. They spit for distance.

For three glorious days they whooped and hollered and stomped without once being shushed.

They were boys. They slept in a barn. They did boy things.

And it was good.

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Susan Baker
I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
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