Happy house

Our house is a happy house. It is noisy and messy.  It is child friendly yet has a quiet space with no toys.  There is dirty laundry and dirty dishes.  There are days when my anxiety about the mess overwhelms me. But then there are the days I am happy to just let it go.

My son exceeds many three year olds in his abilities physically.  He is ROUGH.  He tumbles,  jumps, rolls, bounces, races, climbs and is just extremely active. His pain threshold is high.  I rarely let him out of my sight.  He is on a good day exhausting. And on a bad, well I don't know how we do it.

But our house is happy. I want my baby to be a boy and a kid for as long as possible.  I don't stress about wearing drty clothes.  Or combing hair. Or playing with no shoes on!  I just let him be!   But in the back of my mind, I wonder....  Am I raising a good boy?  Am I doing this parent thing right?

I am not the most conventional... I gave him a toy pistol to scare monsters. I play trucks. I let him take baths throughout the day.  We jump on the beds. We eat cookies for breakfast.  Am I doing it right?

And then I found this......  Raising BOYS. And I laughed and realized our home is happy because I let him be a BOY!!!