This morning the melting snow is mixing with warmer air to create a school delaying soup outside. The boys were thrilled to be home a few extra hours - they roller bladed in hte basement, played with their turtles and Cooper read me stories from Sports Illustrated Kids. I'm feeling a little under the weather and as soon as my sweet boys heard me coughing and heard me say "I don't feel so well" they were attentive and eager to please.
There are days when I'm unsure what I'm doing and if we'll all make it to the end - and then comes mornings like this when I figure I must be doing something right to evoke such sweet compassion and understanding out of little bodies that are programmed to be selfish and egotistical at this age.
We watched some footage on the Manning boys last night ... Peyton and Eli of course, but also their older brother Cooper. By all reports they are exemplorary in behavior, choice and values. I found myself wondering how their mom did it all. Not that I think I'm raising three football super stars - I mean how did she raise boys who cheered so vigorously for each other, rejoiced so thourghly in the others successes when it meant failure on their own fronts. There was a sound byte of Peyton talking to Eli in the locker room immediately after the Giants won the Super Bowl in what is being called the bigget underdog sports victory of all times, on the news last night. Peyton says with no inhibition to his little brother "I love ya man! I'm so proud of you. So proud of you. I love ya. Let's go have a few, ya want to?"
I was glad to have my boys watch such brotherly support and love - and I hope they can follow in those big ole footsteps - not to the Super Bowl, but to a life that allows freedom of feeling and love.
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