Our Poly Life

Our life as a Polyamorous Quad, with 10 kids.

The Legacy of G.I. Joe

on August 30, 2008

Today Fix was at the house hanging out with us, helping work on a few things around the house, having dinner, and playing around with the kids.  Casanova (YM8) came through the dinning area after dinner with a bandana on his arm like a sling, announcing he had a broken arm.  Then he proceeded to take it off and use it for a parachute, launching some appropriately sized boy toys over the banister into the foyer below.

 

Fix decide he was going to make The Most Amazing Parachute Ever and then he calls to Casanova and says, “Bring me your G.I. Joe!” 

 

“Huh?  What’s that?”  says the boy.

 

Fix replies aghast, “What do you mean, “What’s that?”  It’s G.I. JOE!  Everybody knows what G.I. Joe is.  What’s wrong here?”  We could hear him huff from the other room.  Temptress and I began to chuckle from our office.

 

Our families have had such different backgrounds; I honestly never thought to introduce the boy to G.I. Joe.  His two older brothers didn’t have such toys either.  No guns, no green army men, and no other types of military or war items.  In fact, the closest thing to cowboys and Indians they ever got was Toy Story’s Buzz and Woody.  Not that I’m against these toys, (ok, I’m a passivist, so maybe I influenced that a little, but…) they just didn’t ever enter the picture as something I would have chosen for them, nor did they ever ask for such.

 

I was raised in a house of women.  No brothers, no father, not even any uncles, cousins, or boy friends that were around enough to have any type of influence in gender roles for this little girl.  I was always immersed in “feminine” play things:  baby dolls, Barbie, Holly Hobbie, and Easy Bake Oven.  There was a boy about my age, the son of my mother’s friend, who had G.I. Joes.  When we were in our early elementary years, he would bring them and play with me and my Barbies.  This, of course, was never a first choice of play time for either of us, but as long as we were forced together, we made the best of it.

 

Suffice to say, my boys have been gifted toys of art, music, building sets, books, sports equipment, camping and scout gear, games that teach, and now that they are older, some video games.  OK, I’ll admit it, yes, I’m one of those moms.  But I’m learning to relax a little and accept that boys will indeed be boys and that is still ok.  Not that my boys are prissy, but they are far from the other end of the spectrum.

 

Big isn’t much of a macho guy either.  For those of you that know him, he’s totally a “Suit.”  He hikes and camps and does the scout thing and an occasional fishing trip with his Dad, but he doesn’t hunt or have any hobbies that require weapons.  He isn’t much of a sports fan and most months no one in the house even has a clue what season it happens to be.  (The only exception being high school football, but we’re there for the marching band, LOL)  Anyway, you get the picture.  Back to tonight…

 

Fix stands there in our craft room, eyes amusingly mocking me, and asks in a humorously indignant tone exactly what kind of a mother I am not buying the boy a G.I. Joe.  “That’s a sacrilege, you know.”  I smile politely and told him what I told you, it just never entered my head to do so.  He rolls his eyes and takes one look at the pajama clad boy and says, “Go get your shoes on.”

 

At 30 minutes ‘til bedtime, Fix and the underprivileged boy head out to our local oversized-under priced-multi purpose-store-for-everything (ya, you know the one) in search of that thing he couldn’t wait another minute to own.  And I glowed.  THIS is what our family is all about.

 

Sometimes polyamory gets a bad wrap.  People get all hung up on the multiple relationships between the adults.  But as far as I am concerned, there is nothing like the love and bonding I see between my children and the others that we now consider family.

 

Just like one person cannot possibly meet the needs of another, in my estimation, even two parents cannot possibly cover all the facets of childhood.  My kids need my OCD tendencies and love for culinary creations, Big’s mathematical intellect and risk management style, Temptress’ technical expertise and relaxed approach to life, and they most certainly benefit from Fix’s mechanical brilliance and his heart for those really important things like G.I. Joes.

 

It’s now WAY past bedtime, and all the really big kids in the house are at the kitchen table oohing and ahhing over the tiny sized weapons and green army tank.  But it’s a Saturday night and we’re making memories over here.

 

~the laundry goddess, August 30, 2008

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3 responses to “The Legacy of G.I. Joe

  1. Amanda says:

    That’s the blog I’ve been longing for! Love to you all…

    Amanda

  2. Ravenspice says:

    Over the years, many of your posts have made me shed tears as you’ve all struggled and endured through so many difficult situations. This one made me cry – just a little – but this time it was tears of joy to see how hard you have all worked to reach moments like this, and now, to see how beautiful a moment you shared with Fix, it was just very touching. I know there will still be many struggles ahead, but I hope this snippet in time will continue to give you strength and hope.

    *hugs* I’m so happy for you!

  3. Xtine says:

    I don’t know if you check back in your comments but it is my hope to establish private communications with one and/or all of you. My beloved family and I are about to embark on a new journey together and I feel we could really benefit from those that have “been there, done that”.

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