I was an only child. A fairly girly girl who loved barbies, playing house, and dressing up. I spent 15 years doing hair…boys were something to date, not someone to play with.
Don’t get me wrong – I love my boys with the fire of a thousand suns, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
I just don’t get the need to conquer, destroy, take apart, mangle. I don’t understand how they wear dirt as a badge of honor – under their nails, on their shirts, their socks…I have never seen so many knee blowouts on so many pairs of jeans. I have never seen shoes actually get WORN out before they get OUTGROWN.
I have never stepped on so many legos – I believe my boys heard their first curse word AFTER I stepped on a Lego.
But I love their passion. I love their creativity. I love their ability to turn a cardboard box into anything – an airplane, a sports car, a truck.
I love how much they love their Mama…
One passion my boys BOTH have is racing of all kinds – motorcycle, Nascar…if it has a motor, they love it.
So I was INSANELY excited to accept an invitation to check out the Nuclear Cowboyz this month in Ontario CA. Have you seen the commercials for this? It’s like one part X-games, one part Cirque du Soleil, one part rock concert. Motorcycles, quads, pretty girls, music and fireworks. Every boys dream.
Who loves their mama???
*disclosure – I was provided tickets to see this event, but the opinions (especially the ones about my gorgeous sons) are strictly my own