Tuesday, May 08, 2007

What is a boy?



I have to admit, I stole this right from another blog that I love to read. It was the most perfect poem about boys that I have ever read. Since today is my sweet boys birthday (4), I thought that it was appropriate to post this today.


WHAT IS A BOY?

by Alan Beck


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. They are found everywhere – on top of, underneath, and inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older brothers and sisters tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them. A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.


A boy 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 Paul Bunyan, the shyness of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap, the enthusiasm of a firecracker, 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 natural habitat), large animals, Dad, 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 is so early to rise or so late to supper. No one else can cram into one pocket a rusty knife, a half eaten apple, three feet of string, an empty Bull Durham sack, two 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 him 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. Might as well give up- he is your captor, your jailer, your boss and your master – a freckle faced, pint sized bundle of noise. But when you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams, he can mend them with two words – “Hi Mom!”

8 comments:

Monalea said...

Beautiful! Tell that precious boy 'happy birthday.'

Monalea

TREY MORGAN said...

Having 4 of these suckers, I understand this point exactly!

Happy Birthday to the cute boy

Stachia said...

Tell him Happy Birthday! I love the poem, it so fits little and big boys. I will have to print and keep this one.

nb said...

Happy Birthday to your little guy!

It is Tuesday now, so I hope your finals went well and you can relax!

Mommysmart said...

Thank you for the birthday wishes! He had a great day.

NB,

Yes, I am officially done with this semester! Woohoo! Thanks for all of the support. I plan to be really lazy today (well sort of).

lisa leichner said...

Happy Birthday, Rylan!

And Happy End of Finals for you, Monica! Hope you're doing well!

The Preacher's Household: said...

I hope he had a happy birthday.

Congrats on the end of your semester. And good for you that you are going to school. James just finished all of the class work for his masters and now he has a final project. I often thought it would kill us. I made him promise no more school until the kids are all in school.
Enjoy the time off.
Kathy

lisa said...

Is that Rylan's Easter outfit? It looks just like the ones my boys got.