Rules Were Meant To Be Broken

We have been stuck inside because of the weather.

Running out of things to do and games to play.

The kids are getting antsy.

It was another bitter cold day.

The boys wanted to play Super Heroes.

Dylan went to get his ‘magic boots’ and came downstairs with his sneakers.

Their shoes are for outside, not inside, and they know that rule.

As soon as we come inside, the shoes come off. He knows that shoes aren’t allowed on the carpet.

He came over to me with his big sad eyes and ever-so-sweetly asked me if he could pretty please put on his Super Hero boots in the house.

Part of me wanted to say no, to stick to the rules and keep the boundaries in check.

But that other part of me knew that I needed to let go. I needed to let them be little.

I caved and his face lit up. His eyes smiled and he jumped with joy.

They excitedly put their Super Hero boots on and then brought me their capes, aka bath towels, to help them tie them on.

They were quickly flying around the room, saving their toys from trouble and helping their friends from danger.

They made up their own Super Hero names.

They jumped from room to room, the slid down their fireman pole, they raced to the bedroom to save a friend.

I sat back and watched.

Watched them play together.

Watched their interactions. Their smiles. Their exchanges.

Most of all, I watched the sheer joy spread over their faces.

They were happy. They were in their element. They were just little boys, playing little boy games.

But they were so excited.

All because I broke the rules.

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Kimberly

I am a busy mom of four, trying to keep my head above water as I swim through the sea of testosterone that has taken over our house. I'm a coffee addict and book lover. My family is everything to me and I often write about my journey through motherhood. This blog captures those special moments in life. This life isn’t easy. It’s not always full of sunshine and rainbows. It’s hard. It’s a struggle. But it’s MY life. Welcome to it. Don't want to miss a post? Be sure to subscribe to my RSS feed.

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Comments

  1. So many years of rules, let them be little (and superheroes) I say!

  2. Love this, Kim.

    Love your words, their fun, and the reminder to let go sometimes.

    {Thank you for that!}

  3. Absolutely! There are always exceptions to the rules, this was definitely one of them.

  4. aw, everything in moderation. that’s what I always say :) sometimes a little whimsy, a little breaking of the rules is just what everyone needs :)

  5. Yes! I think we have the most fun when I let go every now and then. I especially love that look of disbelieve in their eyes saying: “I can’t believe we get to do this!”

  6. Some of our best times were when I broke the rules. Or I let them break the rules. My favorite is the look on their faces when I say we are having dessert first. I love the Super Hero game. Gia is always Wonder Woman when she plays with her cousin, Frankie. This makes me wish for the 1500th time that we lived closer.

  7. Sometimes it’s good to break the rules.

  8. I love this. Sometimes we do gymnastics off the couch (don’t tell my hubs!) Also, have you ever checked out babypop.com capes? “Santa” brought them for both kids this Christmas, and they LOVE them. You can do all sorts of different things.

  9. Sometimes our rules keep us in a bondage that was never meant to be. Sometimes it’s the greatest joy to simply loosen the reigns and just be.

  10. There are exceptions to every rule!! Love this!! What a great memory you created for your sons and yourself. :)

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