As I mentioned earlier, having so many boys in succession contributes to a certain sense of camraderie and identity, male-bonding at a young age. By the time we had FishBoy4, we had coined the term FishBoys as a way to call them to attention when we were leaving church, the park, or a friend’s house. And sometime in the last year, as their understanding of all those sports initials (NBA, NCAA, NFL, NHL, etc) was established, they came up with their own moniker: the FBA.
This is short for FishBoy Alliance. It’s a club of sorts. Since they all share one room, their bedroom is “headquarters.” And they have officers: president, vice president, etc. One day I heard them discussing the fact that FishBoy11 wanted to be “dictator for life.” (Can you tell we homeschool?)
Recently, as their tousling was getting a little out of hand, FishPapa and I discussed it via cell phone. He said, “I’ll have a meeting with the FBA when I get home tonight.”
Later with rootbeer mugs in hand, they headed to the basement for their super secret meeting. They may even have developed a secret handshake, I don’t know. FishChick and I were excluded from the pow-wow.
This rootbeer and conversation, in addition to FishPapa’s identifying himself as the oldest “FishBoy,” has really helped the tenor of our home. Meetings are not held just when there’s trouble, but also just for fun, like when Papa brings home a Monkey Treat. This is becoming a great way for the guys to bond, for my husband to relate to them in “manly” ways, and it offers a great avenue for discussion and problem solving. FishPapa opens the meeting with prayer and in so doing directs them to God and His sustaining grace for our family. As one who is still being grown and changed by God, it’s a great opportunity for my husband to walk alongside our little men and have compassion for their struggles.
Our little FBA. It’s a beautiful thing.