I'd call it a successful first day of Spring Break. I went to Starbucks and then on to Bible Study, cleaned the kitchen and first floor bathroom, folded some laundry, and crocheted. The boys, after mulling their options, decided --at my suggestion-- to go to the park, and were there for more than two hours playing a game that involved a wiffle bat and ball. Then they came home and I joined them for some "Phineas and Ferb" (while I crocheted more. And yeah, between the scrubbing and the hook action, my arm is sore).
The only wrinkle came at dinner time. I won't go into specifics, but I wound up going into our room and closing the door because someone said something that bothered me.
A few minutes later, the door cracked open and Brady --who was not the party who said the bothersome words-- came inside. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but as he approached, he said something that surprised me: in a nutshell, that I'm a good mom and that they love me and that the words I'd heard were untrue. And then he left. (There's more to it than that, of course, but those are the bare bones.)
Anyway, I was struck by the unexpected show of maturity from my 14-year old. He sensed that I needed some encouragement, and he provided it. And I'm grateful that he did.
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