Yes, I Have A BasketBall Hoop In My Living Room. . .

I have always had a lot of men in life.  Not like you’d think. I’m talking about brothers, sons and male-coworkers.  I’ve gotten pretty good at understanding how they think and believe me, it’s not like women think. Not even close.

I realized this (yet again) this morning. Tomorrow is Halloween.  I thought it would be nice if we sat outside, watched the trick-or-treaters and gave out our candy.  My husband suggested that we sit on the second floor balcony and lower candy to the trick-or-treaters in a bucket.  No woman I know would think of this but I bet every man reading this is thinking “what an awesome idea”!  (Okay, maybe it does sound kinda fun. . . . !)

Men aren’t always big on details. They may tell you that someone had a baby but have no idea about the details like sex or weight. They may know a friend is solo these days but have no idea if he actually got divorced. They don’t ask those questions because frankly, they don’t care.  It doesn’t affect them.  Gossip aside, details are important to women.  How can we help if we don’t know what’s going on?

I’m convinced that this “thinking like a guy” thing is at all ages.  I can remember asking my preschooler if anyone sat by him during lunch at school.  I was heartbroken to hear, day after day, that no one sat by him.  I finally asked the teacher and she advised me that they sat in every-other-seat at the table. Another time I asked my son if he sang during Sunday School.  Week after week he told me no, he did not sing. I finally decided that I would volunteer to play the piano in their class so the children could learn Sunday School songs!  Luckily, before I interfered, I thought to ask my son if the other children sing during Sunday School.  He told me that they did indeed sing. You’ve got to ask questions. More importantly, you’ve got to ask the right questions.

I actually have grown to love the way that the men in my life think.  They are spontaneous, fun and very creative. I also like that there are rarely any hidden agendas . . . what-you-see-is-what-you-get. I’d like to think I’ve become more flexible in my thinking by just being around them.  For instance, I agreed to this latest addition in my living room:

Why not?  Everyone plays. Even the dog. It’s fun.  And shouldn’t life be fun? 💕🌴