a subway sandwich.
that is what prompted this post on little boys.
yesterday i stood in line behind a young mother of three little boys.
it was lunchtime.
they were a combination of monkeys . . . puppies . . . and
only all of these gentlemen were in constant motion.
not irritatingly so . . .
though i am not often irritated by children anyway . . .
but these little fellows simply had energy
that spilled over.
we were at subway.
before i could order my veggie sub ~
i was at first fascinated
as she ordered lunch for her small men.
she ordered a footlong subway melt.
i have never had one.
i think it had ham, bacon and turkey and cheese.
then . . .
she said . . .
“on half of it please put the following . . .
tomatoes, lettuce, yellow banana peppers, and pickles.
and on the other half ~ nothing.”
then . . . she said . . .
“now please cut it into three evenly sized pieces.”
“and we’ll have one large drink and one sack of chips.”
they all sat down in a booth and she doled out each one’s sandwich.
and their share of chips.
the boys were very quiet.
watching intently this whole process.
it clearly had been done before.
by now i had my own sandwich and was sitting in a booth behind them.
they were hilarious.
they were making the most of their lunch out with mom.
they were enchanting.
as only little boys can be.
someday i’ll write about little girls.
they’re special too.
little boys just capture my heart.
i think it’s their absence of ‘self.’
too bad so many lose that part as they grow into men.
but this is not about men.
this is about the earnest little boy.
the one who’s funny without knowing it.
and when he knows it ~
he becomes totally self conscious ~
and turns into a circus clown
in front of your very eyes.
and of course ~
he doesn’t realize that he is now not nearly as funny. LOL.
you guessed it.
this little guy is making arm farts.
it’s apparently a real art.
one they love to learn and share
as soon as they’re old enough to do it.
preferably in front of company.
if there’s water . . .
septic tank runoffs.
everything but the family bathtub at bath time.
even then . . .
when you can finally get him there . . .
he loves it!
they’re the equivalent of little human labrador puppies.
good lord in heaven!
this is a real picture.
and since i grew up with a little brother
who now stands head and shoulders taller than me
and mercifully never broke a bone
should it be whom?
i hate whom.
so . . .
sawed himself off a shed roof by standing on the wrong end of the board
fell off the back of a motor cycle in city traffic ~ not holding on
was thrown off the back of a horse as she bolted across a ditch
was then stepped on by her colt who was only following mother!
busted his head open jumping on an old rusty pair of box springs
(i guess before they were enclosed! don’t ask me!)
anyway . . .
you get the picture . . .
most of them seem to suffer from a condition
we know as
often to the chagrin and amazement of the grownups who
walk a fine line of letting them be free to explore
yet protecting them from themselves
when absolutely necessary!
this seems to be one of the attributes that
accompanies them into manhood very often.
it seems to transform into courage somewhere along the line.
from foolhardiness to courage.
a strange leap.
one that comes with wisdom we hope.
i could go on.
but to those of you who have raised these wondrous little creatures
you already know all this
i just wanted to say how happy they make me.
til then old bean!