A Monster That Has Eaten A Person

As I type this, my two rambunctious boys are running around, screaming, playing, fighting…

{real time quote}

“I’m the sheriff…I mean, I’m the judge…I mean..”

It’s been a rainy day, and while it’s been mostly a peaceful one, sometimes the running in the house and the toilet jokes and the general little-boy-ness of it all just gets to me and my mind runs involuntarily to images of my American Girl doll packed lovingly away, waiting for my daughter to play quietly and respectfully with it.

{And then, you know, my grad-school self rebukes me for such shamelessly gender-biased assumptions and then I tell my grad-school self to be quiet, because I BOUGHT MY BOYS DOLLS and ENCOURAGED them to do quiet and nurturing things–or at least wholesome and non-violent things–but they think dolls are fun for arresting and that the doll crib is a prison. So THERE!)

Meanwhile, the running, screaming, and weaponizing of everything continues apace, and I get tired of it all. I’m grateful that they are fed and happy and healthy, that I have the resources to provide for them, but couldn’t they flourish a little more quietly?

And then one of them creates something so essentially little boy, something that could’ve easily been sketched by Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes (“it’s a monster that has eaten a person”–eaten with JOY, I daresay)–and I wouldn’t trade their noisy-boy-ness for any number of dolly tea-parties.

(Though, at this moment, an afternoon in a tea shop with one of my nieces sounds a little bit like heaven.)

One thought on “A Monster That Has Eaten A Person

  1. A delightful post, and I’m very happy to see this monsterous masterpiece enjoy a wider exposure! I truly appreciate this light, humorous and succinct treatment of the whole nature/nurture/Mars/Venus issue.

    My feminine (or is it metro?) side wouldn’t mind a bit more quiet from time to time, but as a guy I totally understand where they’re coming from. After all, I so distinctly remember wildly burning and blowing things up in the backyard just to see what would happen…

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