“Boys, toys and noise” is often the motto at our house. Our 14 year marriage has been blessed with three blonde haired, blue-eyed boys (ages 10, 7, and 5) who look like stair steps when they’re all together. I never expected to be a mom of three boys. Honestly, I had a great relationship with my mother and thought I’d be able to repeat that relationship with a daughter… but God had other plans and now I couldn’t imagine life any other way.
I love having them home in the summer with a more relaxed routine. But I’ll be the first to tell you that I usually spend the first two week of school each fall crying because they’re back to school and I’m thinking, “What am I gonna do WITHOUT them.” And then I whiplash and spend the first two weeks of summer crying as I think “What am I gonna do WITH them.”
See, I go into every summer imagining our plate as empty… it’s summer break after all. We’re about four days in when I realize that I won’t have a free moment until mid-September. We pack our summers full of fun: camping, the beach, swimming, kid-chosen camps, play dates and relaxed bedtimes.
My husband, Pete, is a pastor in Nashville of a church we planted 8 years ago. We love what we do for a living… and that’s not just something we say to be a good pastor’s family; we really mean it. But sometimes life can move at a breakneck pace. During the school year we protect Friday evenings and Saturdays for specific family time. But when summer arrives, we focus on large hunks of time spent together.
Recently we spent 7 days just Team Wilson (sports analogies work great when you have boys)… literally just the 5 of us. Not even a single phone call. My husband and I both received advice early on in our parenting that no matter what you believe about how best to express love, your small children will always spell love T-I-M-E.
Our oldest son, Jett, affirmed our belief in the importance of time two years ago. We were on the seven hour drive to the beach and had just hit the Florida/Alabama state line, actually a town un-creatively named Florala, when Jett claimed he could smell the ocean air. His actual comment began with a huge inhaled breath followed by the words “I smell our family paradise.” Pete and I glanced at each other and smiled. It’s not about the beach (well, maybe a little) and it’s not about the relaxed vacation rules, we knew to Jett it was about our time spent together with no distractions.
We cherish our family time, well, maybe not the time spent bickering in the backseat of our minivan, but we obviously put a high value on together time in our family. The last few weeks of summer break will be spent squeezing in as many family moments as we can. And at night we’ll tuck in three tuckered-out little boys with dirty fingernails, sweaty brows and smiles on their lips and considering our day TIME well spent.
Brandi is a wife to Pete and mom to Jett, Gage, and Brewer. Her life is truly “Brandi & Boys.” She is not trying for a 4th baby to “get a girl” as that is the question most asked of her. God has placed some amazing girls in her life she gets to love and influence. Brandi has been a pastor’s wife for almost 15 years. She and her husband planted Cross Point Church in Nashville, Tennessee in 2002. Brandi has a heart for women in ministry and co-leads a ministry for pastors’ wives called “Leading and Loving It.” Brandi loves to be organized, but hates to clean. She is always up for trying a new recipe, especially if it’s a dessert. Reading is a favorite past time and she almost reads fiction. She adores the beach, Diet Dr. Pepper and ice cream is her favorite food.