A Poem about Boys

While I was preparing for the Positive Parenting Conference, I came across this description on boys from Dale Evans Rogers. I thought you might enjoy reading it.

Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood we find a delightful creature called a boy. Boys come in assorted sizes, weights, and colors, but all boys have the same creed: to enjoy every second of every minute of every hour of very day, and to protest with noise (their only weapon) when their last minute is finished and the adult males pack them off to bed at night.

Boys are found everywhere – on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around, or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerated them, adults ignore them, and Heaven protects them.

A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair, and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.

When you are busy, a boy is an inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding jungle of noise. When you want him to make a good impression, his brains turn to jelly or else he becomes a savage, sadistic jungle creature bent on destroying the world, and himself with it.

A boy is a composite – he has the appetite of a horse, the digestion of a sword-swallower, the energy of a pocket size atomic bomb, the curiosity of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the imagination of a Paul Bunyan, the shyness of a violet,  the audacity of a steel trap, the enthusiasm of a fire-cracker, and when he makes something he has five thumbs on each hand.

He likes ice cream, knives, saws, Christmas, comic books, the boy across the street, woods, water (in its native habitat), large animals, trains, Saturday mornings, and fire engines.

He is not much for Sunday school, company, schools, books without pictures, music lessons, neckties, barbers, girls, overcoats, adults, or bedtime.

Nobody else gets so much fun out the trees, dogs, and breezes. Nobody else can cram into one pocket a rusty knife, a half-eaten apple, three feet of string, tow gumdrops, six cents, a slingshot, a chunk of unknown substance, and a genuine supersonic code ring with a secret compartment.

A boy is a magical creature – you can lock out of your workshop, but you can’t lock him out of your heart. You can get him out of your study, but you can’t get him out of your mind.

You might as well give up. He is your captor, your jailer, your boss, and your master – a freckled-faced, pint-sized, cat-chasing bundle of noise. But when your dreams tumble down and the world is a mess, he can put together the broken pieced in just a twinkling, with a few magic words… “I love you.”
~Dale Evans Rogers, Time Out, Ladies!

 

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