1.) Their growth. I don’t mean that in the “look how tall he’s gotten” way. I mean growth in character, depth, soul.
I often say “Through struggle comes growth.” These boys of mine, man, they are doing a lot of growing. They each struggle in their own way. I wonder so many times if I’m failing them in this way or that, but all I have to do is look back and see their growth.
2.) Their capacity for love.
Holy cow. These boys. They love each other more than I could have ever conceived. Maybe it’s because I’m an only child and all siblings have this kind of ferocious love for one another. I don’t know. But these two are something special together.
3.) Their capacity for enciting comedy of errors.
My life is a lot of things. Boring is not one of them. I find I’m split between almost always on the verge of tears or maniacal laughter. I now make inappropriate jokes about calling the hit tv show “Pit Bulls and Parolees.” It’s a joke, people. I don’t mean it.
4.) Their capacity for empathy.
These boys. Their hearts are huge. They hurt for the world at large, they hurt for their friends, they hurt for each other.
5.) Their capacity to make me go prematurely grey.
For real. Stop. Can we have one crisis at a time, please? Oh, the answer is obviously no? So, who needs some growth now?
Happy Friday y’all!