The play starts out calmly, some invasion into the fisher price bat cave taking place. Then something inexplicable happens, someone hits another person. Or was it the urgent need to tackle a brother?
Today there was more laughter than anger. The violence was playful as the boys contained their frustrations and enjoyed the fun, but that is not always the case. Sometimes the anger takes over and as the boys get stronger this can be a frightening thing to see.
Then, after some parental interference, everyone is calm again as if nothing ever happened. It's a mysterious thing for the estrogen filled population of our home. One day I overheard one of the sisters asking another sister about something one of the brothers had done. The response was priceless, "It's because he's a boy." To which the reaction was, "Ahh, that explains everything."
I'm not sure what was explained because I still wonder. I have learned that holes in the sheet rock are going to stay for a few more years. Sofas and bed frames are going to squeak, groan, and crack under the pressure of bodies being thrown and banged against them.
The strength of a little boy is a wonder to behold. Four brothers, full of energy and life filling our home with holes and broken things. Life cannot possibly be sweeter!