As a mom of three boys few things surprise me, much, anymore. I swear, if it could be thought up my boys have thought it, planned it, and tried to pull it off. I think it's just a rule of thumb for raising boys to be one step ahead of thought, the plan, and the execution.
Once I think I have my boys all figured out, I learn something new about them. As they have grown the something new’s have popped up more and more frequently. For instance, my oldest and I have always been close. He is now an adult, married, a dad, and serving in the Air Force. We are still close, we don't talk as often, but he sometimes surprises me with a text that makes me smile.
My middle, talkative, outgoing, busy son is still many of those things. As a freshman in high school he surprises me in the ways in which his humble, his sense of fair play (unless it's one of his brothers), and the depth of his kindness.
My youngest, quiet, lone wolf, shy child has always surprised me the most though. From the range of his knowledge, his quick thinking, his peace with solitary choices, and lately his sense of humor. While few outside of our home will ever see it the kid is funny. From changing his voice and the actions he couples with his words, it can be like watching a skit from a comedy routine.
As there mom, I love observing them grow into their own people and finding their own way. All so vastly different from each other. I hope they continue to be perfectly them, because I can't imagine them any other way.
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