Boys Are Smelly

Do you suppose it's wrong that I keep my Healing Through Christ manual in a three-ring binder that says "boys are smelly" on the cover?

Sometimes you just need to laugh. This one is mine today.

Mister is home from the hospital. While he was away, I discovered even more porn calls on son#3's phone (saved voicemails ... and can I just say, "Gross!") Today Mister decides that the best course of action is to tell Son#3 that this is it. Three strikes and you're out. Start looking for an apartment. You're done. It was Mister's attempt at a wake up call. I was incredibly put off by it all. Like, how many chances has Mister gotten? 

Really? 

Boys are smelly.

Except when they're not.

Our cutie patootie 20 year old Son#2 went out on his first date ever a couple of days ago... with a girl... and he turned all red and embarrassed just talking about it. I love that. Those are the moments I live for. That's when I can look at Mister in awe of the complete failure of a decision he has just made in trying to scare our son into giving up his addiction and tell myself, "This is not my life."

My life is about the first dates and innocence and loving who our gentlemen have become, are becoming and will yet become. That's why they get fourth chances. And fifth chances and more. It's about the becoming. I can't expect any of them to change over night (except when they grow up in the second when I blink).

I don't expect big leaps of change from Son#3 in just a few months when Mister hasn't made those changes in decades of our married life. They just need to understand who they really are and that He is on their side. I'm not giving up on them yet... even if they are smelly.