Friday, September 8, 2017

September 8

The kid wearing the #3 shirt is my son, the peacemaker.

It makes me laugh a little to say that, since Heaven knows Brady can be quite the drama king -- as the youngest child, he doesn't back down from a "fight" with a sibling and is always the first one to hit the floor in flopper-fashion when he feels he's been cheated or victimized by some form of injustice. But when it comes to working with other, non-family kids, a switch flips and a different part of his persona takes control.

And that's what happened this afternoon after school. He and a group of fellow six and seven-year olds decided to play soccer at the park, but they couldn't agree on who would be goalie and who would be a ref and who would be on which team. (So yeah. They agreed on nothing at all.) Finally, Brady stepped up and said "let's play rock-paper-scissors to decide who does what." And they did just that. And voila, a (granted short-lived) game followed.

The world needs peacemakers, and it's a blessing to have (at least) one under my own roof.

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