"I like how happy you are. You're always happy. Sometimes, I guess you get grumpy, but you're an adult, so that's ok. But you aren't usually grumpy. You're good at being good. I like that about you."
And just when I feel like the only parent in the world who yells at her kids (and really beat myself up over it) out comes this from the mouth of my Patrick. Just like I'll never really know the lessons I've been successful teaching him, he'll never know the ones he's taught me. You, kiddo, just made my day...my week.
The family. We are a little band of characters trudging through life, sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that binds us all together.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
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