I am a mom of boys

I am a mom of boys. I have bruises on my legs, and joy in my heart. My living room and ears are full of "cars!", and "be gentle with your brother!" is always on the tip of my tongue. There is dirt to be dug, paper to be colored, and animals to be pet. Dances are free and wild, alligators are dinosaurs, and books are treasured. I have little arms around my neck, little hands on my lips, and big eyes laughing at me through long lashes. I am a couch, a bandaid, and a form of entertainment. My favorite words in the world are "heeeyy baaabby!" and "mommy!", because they are spoken with honest love and joy by my son. I call them monsters, but only because I want them to be wild and free. I am a mom of boys, and my boys bring a joy to my life that I never imagined.